Chen Ke was on the verge of madness.
"You've never even touched a golf club, and you're telling me you're a golfing expert? Are you out of your mind?"
Yang Fei rolled his eyes.
"Just playing around, after all, it's not me who'll accompany the guests if I lose."
"You bastard, I'm going all out against you."
Chen Ke felt like she had been struck by lightning, and even thought about dying.
She charged straight at Yang Fei.
Yang Fei stepped back, watching her with a smile.
"Stay cool, stay cool. The match hasn't even started yet, how do you know I can't win?"
Chen Ke's eyes filled with tears of frustration and anger.
"You don't even know how to hold a club, how can you beat Chen Dingwen?"
"I'm dead because of you."
While the two were arguing, Chen Dingwen's voice carried over from afar.
"Both of you, I'm ready. Shall we start the match?"
Chen Ke grabbed Yang Fei's clothes tightly, grinding her teeth.
