Tennis court.
When Lu Wen saw Song Jinze, his face was still full of smiles, and his words were filled with the joy of old friends meeting, "I thought President Song, the busy man, wasn't planning to see..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the ball from Song Jinze's side smashed towards him.
He hadn't even processed what was happening when the green tennis ball bounced off the ground and then viciously hit him in the waist.
He let out a pained grunt and staggered several steps backward.
Lu Wen was about to say something, but when he looked up and saw the dark, handsome face of the man opposite him, he lightly curled his lips, "After such a long time, is this the welcome gift you're giving me, President Song?"
Since childhood, Song Jinze had been extremely talented in sports. Lu Wen thought he was good at tennis, but every time, he still lost to Song Jinze.
