Ethan Jin Song felt it was bad to eavesdrop on other people’s speech, but it was too late to leave.
“Honorable Lord.” Oliver Yue keenly discovered his existence, lost the blade in his hand, and slightly nodded at the man beside him, beckoning him to leave. The man did not dare to twist the tiger’s whiskers of Yaowang Jacob Cui. He bowed and hurriedly resigned. After walking away, he turned his head reluctantly and looked at the beauty for several times.
Ethan Jin Song felt something wrong no matter how slow he was. After thinking for a long time, he couldn’t help asking: “Oliver Yue, is it your friend?”
“Is it an acquaintance?” Oliver Yue walked over with a smile, and reassembled the messy hair on his head, and explained, “He helped me when I was injured, so I can remember it in my heart. Today is a coincidence, he wants to tell Reminiscing about the past, I said a few words with him here.”
Ethan Jin Song understood: “He helped you? That…he is a good person, you have to thank him well.”
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