The person in the Lamborghini lowered the window and looked outside. "..."
An Ning saw his face clearly, and her heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
Is it that mixed heritage guy again?
Slender eyes, deep and unfathomable.
"Not planning to move aside?" He asked in a low voice using Z Country language.
This voice is so much like Yu Jingchen's, the familiar sound made An Ning's gaze tremble, and mist of tears swelled up. "You… how come you know Z Country language?"
"Why should I need to report to you why I know Z Country language?" The mixed heritage man asked coldly, mocking her.
The uncle would say it like that too, the tone is so similar.
An Ning walked towards him step by step, tears already blurring her vision. "Are you really mixed heritage? Are you really not my uncle?"
The handsome mixed heritage man didn't speak, just looked at her.
"Come out." Using the courage from alcohol, An Ning shouted.
The man frowned and glanced at her, started the engine to leave.
