Megan Hall parked the car, glanced at Greg Jensen, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Oh, you don't need to be so nervous, my grandpa and my uncles are all very easy-going."
"Alright, I get it."
Greg secretly cursed himself for overthinking. Perhaps they didn't even know who he was.
He shook his head, slapped his arm, and Megan happily ran over, hooked his arm, and walked towards the villa.
"Kid, that's crossing the line. In our Hall family, you dare to take advantage so openly."
Looking up, Greg saw Jesse Hall standing at the doorway, staring at him with an unpleasant expression.
He smiled slightly and said, "I genuinely like Melody. What's the harm in holding hands?"
Those inside the house, upon hearing his words, had the corners of their mouths curled up into smiles.
561, it's just that coincidental
"Greg's right."
Hearing the gentle words, Megan's eyes curved into crescents, "Let's go, don't mind him."
