After the lunch, the old man asked to someone to pick Evelyn up and they went to visit his friends.
The car did not stop until it arrived a teahouse on the old street. Evelyn supported the old Mr. Hawk with her hands instantly to get out of the car.
The old Mr. Hawk smiled when he saw Evelyn was nervous," I'm no porcelains and not that precious."
But it could be told that he liked the eager acts of the inferiors from his expression.
Evelyn pressed her lips coquettishly, “Of course...
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