"...Brother Pei," Qin Fang came over with a golf club, "you didn't say Shen Zhiyi was so good at this?"
Where the hell does that leave his pride?
"I just found out too," Pei Yu, not very interested in this sport, sat leisurely at the table drinking coffee, watching Shen Zhiyi not far away, who was clearly having a great time.
Just as... Pei Yu narrowed his eyes, intending to get up, he saw Qin Fang still grumbling discontentedly and gave him a light kick, "An acquaintance is here."
"Huh?" Qin Fang turned to look, "Oh, it's these trust-fund brats."
He carried his club back, planning to meet these familiar faces.
"Miss," the man began with a chuckle, "you're quite skilled at golf, care to join us?"
"No need," Shen Zhiyi was used to such pickups and wasn't surprised, coolly refusing, "I have company."
"Company?" The man who spoke was clearly aware of Shen Zhiyi's identity, "Is it an actor? Then let's all play together, I love hanging out with actors—"
