Wu Da stopped in his tracks. Could it be that he was moved?
Jin Jiufu continued, "Let me give you some advice. At your age, and having been away from professional fields for so many years, this place is no longer suitable for you. Why not take some money and live your life in peace? Wouldn't that be comfortable? If I were you, I would definitely agree. You might want to look in the mirror; with that appearance, limping as you walk, do you still want to be a public figure? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you? There's no dignity in that, am I right?"
His words were truly piercing, relentlessly striking at Wu Da's sore spots.
A painful expression already flashed across Wu Da's eyes. Indeed, in his current state, he wasn't the best image; even after becoming the head coach of the Yun City Team and putting on their brand new uniform, his dark skin and weathered look could not be hidden.
He looked like a forlorn uncle who had endured hardships.
