Hans Montrose, to avoid attracting attention, drove an ordinary car and shared his location with her.
Melody Thorne walked over and got into the car, tossing the flowers he had given her onto the back seat. She leaned forward over the front seat and took off Hans Montrose's sunglasses, "Turn around quickly, let me see. Did you have any plastic surgery or something?"
Hans Montrose "..."
He turned his head, his charming eyes teasingly sizing her up and down. Although he had been abroad for the past two years, he would still inquire about her news. Hearing she had changed, he couldn't resist coming back to take a look. Indeed… she had gotten smarter.
"Take good care of your brain, don't lose it."
"Assessment complete, no plastic surgery." Melody Thorne threw his sunglasses back to him, suppressing the excitement in her heart. "Quick, drive, I'm starving."
