The scent wafted over, William Griffith was emotionless as he said, "I don't take students."
"I didn't say I wanted you to be my teacher, a friend can also teach, right?" Sophia Wood was one hand on her hip, the other holding a golf club, "If you're not free tomorrow, how about the day after?"
"No time." It was still those two words, unchanged.
"What about the day after that?"
"No time." His answer remained the same.
"Why are you always busy? Fine, tell me when you are free and have time, and I'll accommodate you, okay?" Sophia's stubborn temper flared up, and she was at odds with him.
William Griffith looked at her and said, "I don't teach people."
"You taught this young lady, why can't you teach me too?" Sophia glaced at Cherish Turner without any hint of hostility, "Also, you always come to the golf course, it's not hard to give me a call?"
