Tang Li's eyes were sore and unbearable, she could only soothe them with a towel. Even after removing the towel, everything she saw was dim and unclear, she could only make out vague outlines.
In her dream, Han Jifeng didn't move forward.
He stood still, hearing Tang Li's abrupt inquiry: "I heard that most people who come here to play golf are political figures, is that true?"
She was speaking to Song Baiyan.
Tang Li clearly didn't know the identity of the man sitting opposite her, or rather, if her eyes weren't so sore, she would have recognized Song Baiyan at first glance and wouldn't have asked such an impulsive question.
Afterward, Song Baiyan responded to her: "This area is not open to the public, to enter here you probably need to be at least at the level of a department director."
"Sounds like you're not sure, do you not know either?"
Her questioning was met with a smile from Song Baiyan.
