Although this was the second time she met Sachin's friends, Rosiley could greet them with more ease.
"River, Diego, Allen, hello.”
"Rosiley, your memory is really good. You remember our names even though you just met us once." Diego couldn't help but praise her.
Rosiley smiled and said, "I'll look down on myself if I can't even remember the names of your three."
When she said that, everyone laughed.
"Diego, do you think everyone has the same brain capacity as you? You have to meet the same person a few times before you can remember his name."
Payton roasted Diego, and Diego turned around, raised his foot in indignation and kicked him in the leg. "You have my shortcomings exposed! I will tell Rosiley about the story of you wetting the bed when you were nine.”
The room fell into a deathly silence, and then everyone burst into laughter.
Diego looked at the others. "What are you laughing at?"
Suddenly, he felt pressure on his shoulders. He turned his head and faced a gloomy, handsome face. He was so frightened that he hurriedly moved backwards and shouted, "Payton, what are you doing?"
"Diego, disaster stems from the mouth, do you understand?"
Payton narrowed his cold eyes.
Diego blinked his eyes. "Then, Payton, do you understand?"
This time, not only did Payton understand, even Rosiley and the others understood.
Diego pretended to mention Payton's childhood story in a slip of tongue, but in fact, he did it on purpose.
Payton felt that he had lost. He did not intend to continue this topic with Diego, but to divert everyone's attention.