Eddie solemnly nodded, "I swear by the name of nobility that I will absolutely not casually disrupt Gu's life. Mr. Red Hair, if there's anything you need my help with, please don't hesitate to let me know. I've always hoped to become friends with that unfortunate little beauty."
Tan Yulin nodded with satisfaction, but then, as if suddenly realizing something, widened his eyes and glared at Eddie in anger: "I am not called Mr. Red Hair! What kind of ridiculous name is that! My name is Tan Yulin!"
"Oh, got it~! Dear Linlin!"
"Bullshit! What Linlin! Call me Tan Yulin!"
"Dear Linlin!"
The taxi occasionally echoed with Tan Yulin's frantic outbursts and Eddie's playful teasing, while the skinny man who came with Eddie clung to the car window, covering his ears tightly, crying in anguish.
Unlike the lively atmosphere in the taxi, the Aston Martin carried a heavy sense of oppression.
