In the room where Wen Suihan was staying, there was a small indoor golf simulation area.
About just over ten square meters in size, when Sheng Tang first entered, a white golf ball happened to be lofted by Wen Suihan and fell into the target hole, producing a high-pitched landing sound.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wen Suihan saw Sheng Tang being shoved in, his suit pushed into disarray.
But he didn't turn his head and continued with his next swing.
Soon, the golf ball sank into the hole again.
Someone beside came over to remind him that Sheng Tang had already been brought over.
Wen Suihan seemed a little displeased,
he picked up the golf club, turned around, and Sheng Tang stood not far away looking disheveled.
Wen Suihan's face showed neither joy nor anger, without any noticeable expression.
Sheng Tang, on the other hand, looked like a turtle shrinking its neck, his eyes frantically darting around, not daring to meet Wen Suihan's gaze.
