"Hua Miaomiao?" Watching the figure rushing towards her and blocking her path, a flicker of astonishment passed across Jin Lin's face.
She had already been very understanding, clarified things clearly, and said she wouldn't bother him anymore. Why was he still angrily chasing after her?
Did he really not want her to stay in Kyoto, fearing that if she were in Kyoto, she would continue to harass him?
The appearance of Hua Miaomiao also left the foreign man somewhat astonished.
He looked at Jin Lin and asked her in English, "Michelle, who is he?"
Jin Lin responded in English, implying he was simply a wedding dress designer of her nephew's wife, sort of a friend.
Hua Miaomiao's English was also quite good, so he understood the simple exchange perfectly well.
That "sort of a friend" really made him so frustrated that he felt like laughing; after staying at his house for so long, he could only be considered "sort of a friend."
