Shen Hanxing seemed to know what Lu Shaoyang was thinking, but she still looked indifferent. She put the golf club aside, moved her fingers, and said slowly, "No need. I said I'll compete with you, so I'll compete with you." She wasn't serious at all with this shot. She was just going out to familiarize herself with the club and the process of golf.
"I'm giving you a chance, but you don't want it," Lu Shaoyang's expression turned ugly when he saw Shen Hanxing's sneer. He gritted his teeth and sneered. "Mrs. Ji, since you rejected it, don't blame me for not showing you mercy in the competition later."
"A competition is a competition. It's not like you're treating us to a meal. Why are you being so polite?" Shen Hanxing frowned and asked in surprise, "could it be that you have been polite to your opponents in the past, Young Master Lu?"
