With a confident and relaxed smile, Jiang Qingkui gestured at Zhou Wang to "please."
After the caddy set up the ball, Zhou Wang, humming, approached, twisted his neck, stretched his limbs a bit, and casually swung the club a few times before standing still.
Because of Jiang Qingkui's beautiful shot, Zhang Shihao, Chen Wentao, and others, who were just resting, were drawn to look. Seeing Zhou Wang's casual and amateur stance, Chen Wentao suddenly understood.
So Mr. Zhou wasn't unwilling to play with him, he really couldn't!
Jiang Qingkui couldn't help but smile again. Once she was sure Zhou Wang wasn't "pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger," she completely relaxed.
"Boss, an improper stance might injure you, shall I help you correct it?"
"No need, I'll just play like this!"
Zhou Wang didn't let Jiang Qingkui approach, just waved her off and gripped the club firmly.
