Han Chengbei not only pounced like a wolf but also exaggeratedly hollered, "My dear baby brother Tang Yi, I can't believe you can play golf too! Why didn't you tell me you were entering the golf tournament? That swing you just made was simply too cool, it dazzled me until I was seeing stars."
Five meters away to the left of Ye Xingguang, Han Chengxi, hearing these words, was full of black lines, watching his cousin's enthusiastic antics, he shielded his face with his hand.
To be honest, Ye Xingguang's play wasn't that handsome either; out of ten balls, she only managed to hit five, barely making it into the finals. There were plenty of people playing better than her on the field, but listening to Han Chengbei, it seemed as if she was the best player there.
