C193 Why Did He Keep Messing with Her

Smack! The little white ball was sent flying with the iron arm at her waist, and the target was the hole far away...

The corner of his mouth slowly rose. He did not waste any effort to see where the ball was flying because he knew his own strength.

"Young Master," one of the female bodyguards who had been sent out to "invite" turned around and reported with a green face, "she escaped