"Who the hell is it?! Which bastard threw that ball?!" Deng Ping Zhou instantly burst out in fury like a cat whose tail had been stepped. He was furiously looking from where this accursed golf ball had come from.
All the onlookers were also busily looking for the culprit. Who could still be playing golf at this crucial moment?
The crowd finally saw a group of children playing in the middle of the field without any care.
Wow, the fabled mischievous brats!
At that moment, Deng Ping Zhou could only indignantly grief. Before he could rush over to teach these mischievous brats a lesson, their parents had arrived in time and dragged along their children to apologise, "We're very sorry. The children are still young and not very sensible. Please forgive them for messing around. You can ignore us and continue treating your patient."
"...…"
Everyone including Song Shi Cheng could only roll their eyes when they heard what the parents said.
