Mahomes was amused by the confidence radiating from Li Wei's words, "Even if you add up the ads of half the players in the League, they still can't compare to yours alone."
Li Wei spread his hands as if it were only natural, "I can't help it. When popularity comes, you can't stop it. Don't envy me—envy is the root of all loss."
Mahomes burst out laughing, clutching his stomach while shaking his head repeatedly. "No, no, no, I'm totally envious—so much so that my stomach hurts. The other day, Brittany said she sees your ads everywhere she goes. What's next? Are you going to endorse makeup too?"
Li Wei actually gave it some serious thought. "Makeup... might be a bit tricky. But perfume? That's doable. Look, even JJ has his own line of perfume."
Mahomes imagined Watt's image and remarked, "What, Eau de Sweat?"
Li Wei couldn't believe his ears. "Sherlock, you've gone bad. I blame Travis."
Mahomes, seeing Li Wei's look of innocence, collapsed onto the couch, laughing uncontrollably.
