"Brother Huo, what are you looking at?" Lu Yange widened his eyes with curiosity as he looked over.
On the golf course, the sight of a young and delicate lady holding that hefty golf club was a contrasting mismatch.
Lu Yange was astonished. "Isn't that the golf club that the gentleman from Ke Erwei got custom-made? It's quite heavy. Can a lady handle it?"
Lu Yange had ordered a golf club for himself a few days ago. When he went to collect it, he bumped into Chen Yinian and had some brief conversation. That was how he knew about the custom-made golf club.
The golf club was made of finest quality material but was also very heavy. Even Lu Yange, who is considered fit and well-built, found it heavy to use.
Huo Shen's deep eyes were swirling with unknown thoughts, but his lips were tightly pursed and remained silent.
