FH 2.7

If he hadn't been a wealthy Chairman, he wouldn't have been able to leisurely smoke a cigarette in the middle of a game of golf. Normally, one would have to hurry along for the sake of the other teams waiting for their turn. In the first place, this was not just any ordinary golf course that anyone could enter. They screened their guests, meaning there were many people who couldn't make a reservation even if they had the money.

Ji-su stayed by Won-hyeop's side, inhaling the cigarette smoke. After finishing his cigarette, Won-hyeop flicked the butt onto the ground and gestured for Ji-su to move back.

“You just practice your swing. Don't hit any more today.”