Chen Ming was called by Xu Wei, and he was extremely constrained, his heart inevitably thumping wildly.
Xu Wei strode to his side, her eyes looking towards the sky, and scoffed coldly, "Do you know what you're doing? Who asked you to take a towel? You're only responsible for carrying water, so what do you need a towel for? Do you think others won't find it dirty?"
At Xu Wei's words, Chen Ming's face immediately flushed red. Indeed, he was holding a towel; just now, he had seen everyone else taking towels to fetch water, so he subconsciously picked up a towel intending to hand it to the players coming off the field.
He had never expected that such an act would provoke such an extreme reaction from Xu Wei.
Xu Wei despised him for being dirty; her words pierced his heart like a sharp knife, instantly shattering his dignity. With so many people watching, in Xu Wei's eyes, he was just a water carrier, totally unworthy of holding a towel!