Chen Yinian looked at An Xiaowan, his eyes glazed over with a far off look.
It was as if that spirited girl from years ago had reappeared before him, ever-so brilliant and stunning. She was always comfortable being extraordinary, which made her seem invincible and untouchable. She was the embodiment of pride and confidence.
It was a pity that she had such a scheming and devious heart.
Chen Yinian frowned as he walked over to pick out his golf club. He then handed An Xue her golf-club as well.
An Xue shook her head at him and did not the golf club from Chen Yinian. Instead, she extended her hand and indicated towards the golf club held by An Xiaowan. "Sis, that's our club you're holding on to."
There was nothing special about the golf club that An Xiaowan was holding. It was evident that An Xue was only trying to make things difficult for An Xiowan.
"You want this?"
