"Mr. Ling, thank you for what you did that day." Ye Xinluo took a sip of juice and asked.
Ling Haoyu lounged against the chair, "No need, I just saw you struggling to hold him up. Judging by his looks, he probably has a germaphobia, right?"
Hearing this, Ye Xinluo chuckled, "A little bit."
Lan Shan, who was beside them, listened in confusion, completely unable to understand what they were talking about... When did Xinluo meet such a handsome guy?
Plus, judging by his appearance, he seems a little like a foreigner. After thinking for a moment, she tentatively asked, "Mr. Ling, if I may ask, where are you from? You look like you're from Hua Country, but just your eyes don't quite look it."
His eyes were lighter in color than those of Hua Country people, but his facial features leaned towards the Hua Country standard.
Ling Haoyu: "My mother is from Hua Country, and my father is from France."
Ye Xinluo: "So, you're mixed-race?"
