She stood quietly to one side, watching.
It must be said, Lu Xingxing was indeed quite impressive at golf, clearly practiced from a young age, befitting of a rich heiress.
Lu Xingxing's form was impeccable, sinking the ball with a single stroke, then turning back with a smile of triumph towards Qiao Ruoxin.
Qiao Ruoxin clapped lightly with grace, raising a pretentious smile, "Impressive, impressive."
"Hmph!"
Lu Xingxing scoffed contemptuously, then continued to play, growing more and more spirited as she did.
Finally, it was Qiao Ruoxin's turn.
Lu Xingxing stood by with a disdainful face, "Don't go back on your word if you lose, this was your choice."
"Miss Lu, what if you lose?"
Lu Xingxing's eyes were brimming with confidence, "I keep my word. If I lose, you just keep being with Mo Chen."
Qiao Ruoxin's lips curled slightly, "Good, I'll remember that."
She stood sideways on the grass, lifted the golf club, aimed at the distant flag, and squinted her eyes slightly.