Bao Yancheng arrived at the golf course, somewhat distracted.
These past few days, he couldn't stop thinking about Wen Wanzhi, trying to find more clues in his mind.
But the more he came up empty, the more itched his heart.
In the past, he would have disliked this feeling of being led by the nose by a woman.
But Wen Wanzhi was different. Thinking of her gave him an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
Like a treasure lost and then found.
Bao Yancheng, lost in thought, gripped his club, ready to swing, when the caddy beside him hesitated to speak, only doing so after Bao Yancheng had hit several balls.
"President Bao, you haven't put on your glove. Be careful not to rub your hand raw."
Bao Yancheng came back to reality, noticing his glove still lying beside him.
After putting on the glove, he instinctively glanced at his watch.
The caddy bent down cautiously and swiftly, placing another ball and then standing back.
President Bao seemed a bit out of sorts today.