Just as Xiao Man expected, the golf club was indeed crowded today. Many people had come with their families or friends.
However, after wandering all over the course, Xiao Man didn't run into a single business owner she knew or recognized.
Yan Feifan, on the other hand, did run into someone.
It was the middle-aged man with the potbelly, the one Yan Ziruo had almost hit with her car last Sunday.
He saw the man, and the man saw him too.
In fact, the potbellied man, who was chatting and playing golf with three friends, even waved at him.
Yan Feifan didn't have a good impression of the man.
However, if he could get the man to make a generous donation—to cough up some cash, so to speak—he would be more than happy to oblige.
Yan Feifan turned and walked toward him, with Xiao Man hurrying to catch up.
The potbellied man sized up Yan Feifan as he approached and said with a light laugh, "You're Yan Feifan, the doctor from the Affiliated Hospital. I haven't misremembered, have I?"
