C47 Playing Golf

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Ye Muning laughing secretly, Ou Yaolin's expression suddenly changed. His entire face was instantly covered with a layer of frost. It was like an eggplant in winter. He looked so listless. After finally venting, Ou Yaolin continued, "Help me put the ball. Put it closer this time. "

Ye Muning's face was always wearing a faint smile