The next morning, Harrison Clark and Carrie Thomas each got up and had a meal at the hotel's rooftop restaurant.
Carrie Thomas absentmindedly stirred her oat flakes, her eyes fixed curiously on Harrison Clark, "I heard Katie is a goddess in the hearts of many fans here, don't you know her?"
"Of course I do."
"Then today you're going to see her in person, why don't you seem excited at all?"
"Why should I be excited? We were invited by the other side to collaborate, and we are equals. Moreover, I am sure that the person in front of me is more outstanding than Katie and will have even higher achievements in the future. I can see you every day, so why should I look forward to someone who is not as good as you?"
Carrie Thomas was speechless for a while.
"I don't know if I should call you arrogant or if you think too highly of me, or maybe you've become more smooth-tongued and good at sweet talk."
Harrison Clark pointed to his face, "Do I look like I'm smooth-tongued?"
"No."
