Ye Chenfeng left, but Chu Qingxue was still dazed there.
At first glance, there was nothing wrong with what Ye Chenfeng said—eighteen holes, just use eighteen strokes!
But this is golf, not basketball. Even in basketball, the chance of making eighteen shots in a row isn't high, right?
"Freak!"
After a moment of contemplation, two words slipped from Chu Qingxue's mouth, expressing her feelings.
The villa hotel was already filled with distinguished guests.
But most people behaved cautiously, their expressions wary, as if afraid of offending someone.
This was mainly because Ryukawa Kumo, seated at the head, had a sullen expression, exuding displeasure, so everyone harbored the faint hope of cooperating with him, which kept them silent, afraid of upsetting Ryukawa Kumo.
At the dining table, only Ye Mingtian wore a broad smile. Even facing a table full of seniors, he was bold and uninhibited.
"President Chu, you've arrived?"
