In late December, the temperature was cold.
The vast golf course, except for a few beautiful female caddies.
All that was left was Chen Pingsheng's family.
It is often said that golf is a game for the wealthy, and this statement couldn't be more true.
Because at any decent golf course, the starting threshold for VIPs is over one hundred thousand.
And for a top-tier domestic course like this one, the cost per hour is at least tens of thousands.
Golf involves swinging the club to get the ball into the hole, similar to the marble game they often played as kids.
Chen An'an wore a white cap, taking a two-day break to play golf.
As for the mischievous Er Piya, she ran around with a golf club on her back.
Chen Pingsheng wore sunglasses, sitting to the side quietly watching the spoiled brat play.
Soon, the secretary Lin Qiunan came to report that Yang Zishan and his daughter Yang Ziqi had been waiting outside for an hour.
Asking if he wanted to see them.
