"A slip of the hand, I hope Mr. Yang won't mind." Yu Xiuzhun's face was displeased as he retracted his cue stick and stood up, looking at the middle-aged businessman beside him.
Mr. Yang, the father of Yang Meilan.
Unlike those wealthy people who indulge and squander, ending up with a potbelly, Mr. Yang has maintained himself well.
Approaching fifty, he looks just over forty.
Meticulously groomed black hair and a neat figure, he appears quite energetic.
"No need to be modest in front of me; Mr. Yu is one of the few promising young talents I've heard of. Otherwise, Meilan wouldn't have come back so distracted after just one outing with you."
Mr. Yang laughed heartily and picked up his cue stick, walking towards the nearby lounge area.
Yu Xiuzhun appeared here because of business with the Yang family.
Seeing Mr. Yang walk to the side, he naturally lost interest in continuing the game, walked over, handed the cue stick to a caddie beside him, and took a large gulp of water.
