"Master Fox, let's go!"
The car stopped in front of the manor, and Lin Bingyun, who had been waiting at the front gate, opened the car door for Lin Ying. Lin Ying stepped out from the backseat, stood upright, turned, and reached out to take Master Fox's arm.
"I always feel like something's not quite right..."
Holding Ansheng's hand, who stepped down from the backseat, Lin Ying looked at him and said.
"What's... not right?"
Lin Ying looked at Master Fox, smiled, and spoke to him: "After all... you were the one who picked me up back then. Now, as I hold your hand, I sincerely invite you to the banquet, which shows my sincerity..."
"Is that how you explain it?" Ansheng slowly raised a questioning brow, looking at the smiling Lin Ying, unable to resist the urge to retort inwardly.
Don't think I haven't watched British dramas! From our positions now, we look just like the ones in those roles.
