Ye Xingguang could tolerate what was being said, but Han Chengbei could not, "Ji Weisheng, how about we make a bet? If my brother Tang... in the finals..."
Before Han Chengbei could finish speaking, Ye Xingguang harshly stepped on his foot to prevent him from continuing. How could she possibly win the championship in the finals? She wasn't a professional golfer. During the qualifiers, she only got five out of ten balls in. One should be aware of their own abilities; she was there just for the participation and for fun!
Ji Weisheng roared with laughter: "Young Master Han, you must be joking. If this little brother can win the championship, I'll twist off my head and give it to you."
