The third update!
At a certain golf course in Jiangnan, a middle-aged man with a suave face swung his club forcefully.
"Bang!"
The ball was hit, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before landing with a bang into a hole several meters away.
A young man with a ghostly pale face beside him was visibly taken aback and couldn't help but praise: "Master, that's a birdie, right? With your skills, you'd likely rival professional athletes!"
The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "Just luck. Today my luck's good, and I performed a bit better. The last birdie I hit was a year ago!"
The young man chuckled: "Master, luck is also a part of skill, often a decisive part!"
The middle-aged man seemed pleased with the young man's words, nodding: "That's right, luck is part of skill. Over the years, my luck always seems to be quite good!"
"Hmm, hmm!" The young man nodded vigorously.
"By the way, how's Miao Jin? Is he still safe?" The middle-aged man suddenly changed the topic and asked.
