“If my tone displeases you, I apologize, but it’s not directed specifically at you. I’m like this with everyone.”
“I don’t think anyone has ever criticized you before,” Andolie sat down across from him.
“No one has ever dared to do so.”
“I can tell.”
“Oh?”
“You look like the type who always has the upper hand and is used to giving orders.”
A thoughtful light flashed in Yuno Zenji’s dark eyes.
He didn’t expect that this young girl, though looking young and tender, actually had quite a sharp and clever mind, at least in her ability to read people.
She sat in the soft chair, her black hair tied in a long ponytail, with two faint blushes on her snow-white, flawless face.
She wore a tight apple green top and tight jeans that perfectly outlined her perfect curves, yet her eyes and expression seemed so pure…
Pure? Yuno Zenji found his own thought amusing. He had long stopped believing there were kind and pure women in this world, right?
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Now it’s just past six o’clock, and the area in front of the bar is already packed with racing fans. Although they cannot enter the venue and celebrate with the racers, just standing outside the control zone and gazing from afar at these young and heroic racers makes them so excited they’re about to fly.
Logically speaking, under such strict control, no one should be able to get tickets, but—
“Hi, Papa Evan!” As she entered the private office at the back of the bar, Andrei took the initiative to give the bar owner Evan a big hug.
“Hello! My little angel, it’s been a while. How have you been lately?” Evan, nearly fifty years old, laughed heartily and hugged her joyfully.
“I’m already in my twenties, so please stop calling me a little angel. I’ll be embarrassed.” “I’ve been busy with graduation exams, so I haven’t had much time to visit you.”
“Time flies so fast. The year I became your father’s bodyguard, you were only fifteen, just an innocent and cute little girl.”
