Chen Qian handed the club to the caddie beside him and turned around and entered the locker room.

A quarter of an hour later, he changed into casual clothes and left the venue in a suit and tie.

As soon as he reached the door, he ran into Quan Hanting who came out of the shooting range, followed by Ling Yun.

Chen Qian paused, walked away without looking around, but did not take the initiative to say hello, and stood there and watched quietly-

It depends on the other party's reaction.

Unexpectedly, Quan Hanting stopped using him as air anymore, turned his feet and walked towards him.

At that moment, a trace of guilt appeared in Chen Qian's eyes.

As for why he was guilty, he himself didn't understand.

"Young Master Chen, we're meeting again."

Quan Hanting called him "Young Master", and Chen Qian was slightly stunned, "I dare not take it."

"Is that so? But I think you dare very much!"

As soon as these words were said, the man's aura burst out. In an instant, Chen Qian felt a solemn coming to his face, so heavy that it was almost suffocating.

He gritted his teeth, but still couldn't resist it, and his facial muscles trembled subconsciously.

"...Sixth Master, what does this mean?" After a while, I finally found my voice.

"I thought you knew it very well." His eyes were half-closed, and the strangeness was fleeting.

Chen Qian's scalp was numb, but he was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Quan Hanting has rich experience, higher status and stronger abilities than him. Not to mention Ningcheng, even if he looks at Jingping, there are not many such capable people.

It's not a shame to be worse than him.

I should even feel honored, after all, it is extremely difficult to compare with him.

But for some reason, Chen Qian just didn't want to admit defeat.

"Sorry," he gritted his teeth, "I can't understand what you're talking about."

"People should not be too greedy."

Chen Qian's eyes tightened.

"Since you have chosen interests, you shouldn't think of anything else. You have lost the qualification to have it when you made your choice. You are just pretending to be too late?"

The sentence "It shouldn't be thought of" and the saying "losing the qualification" really hit the pain points in a man's heart.

Sixth Master is worthy of being Sixth Master. He speaks as sharp as a knife, and every word is heartbroken!

Chen Qian's face was pale for a moment, and was soon replaced by Wenrun. He curled his lips: "Even if he chooses the wrong choice, he still has a chance to choose again. Losing this time does not mean that he will still lose next time. Therefore, don't be too proud of the winner. The person who laughs to the end is the real winner."

Quan Hanting sneered, showing a look of contempt, without any concealment: "There is an old saying, "Dogs can't change their shit. Do you think that if it chooses shit this time, and next time it faces the same situation, won't choose shit?"

Chen Qian: "..."

Ling Yun, who was watching the battle silently and trying to reduce his presence, couldn't help but twitch his mouth after hearing this.

This metaphor...

It's so fucking...appropriate!

He never knew that he had the ability to curse without swearing - Niu x!

"What qualifications do you have to make arbitrary judgments?" Chen Qian's face was gone, and his cold eyes were staring at Quan Hanting, hiding a little unobvious hatred.

But he still couldn't escape the Sixth Master's eyes.

hatred?

Oh, he deserves it too?

"Pay attention to your words!" Ling Yun stepped forward and yelled coldly.

Although he had a baby face and another mushroom head, he roared and had a loud voice and full of evil spirits.

It is worthy of being the sharpest knife in Quan Hanting's hand.

"Just because of yesterday's situation, you clearly saw it, but you didn't ask, turned around and left, almost causing her to be bullied by Chen Hui!"
Chapter completed!