"Tao, how did you get here?"
The foreign young man called Bentley stood up and looked at Yue Tao with a smile.
"This is... a friend of mine," he came over here looking for someone."
Yue Tao spoke directly, "I thought of you, so I came to find you."
Bentley turned his head, glanced at Yin Tian, and then let out a cold laugh, "Why should I help him? Am I very familiar with him?"
Upon hearing this, Yue Tao immediately frowned.
His relationship with Bentley had been quite good previously, it was precisely because of this that he gradually stopped being with Bentley.
For foreigners in their interactions, they never knew what's called human feelings and relationships; if they won't help, they simply won't.
"Bentley, don't be like that, this gentleman is a good friend of mine. If it weren't something important, I wouldn't have come to you."
Yue Tao was still trying.
"He's your friend, not mine. If he has a problem, why should I help him?"
