Pan Yaowen's face turned red. The youngster walking in the middle was not the kid he had encountered by the roadside yesterday. He had mocked the other's plain dress, making him seem like a poor boy, not realizing that the person now had two stunning beauties by his side.
"Xiao Huan, do you know him?" Lu Huahui frowned in suspicion.
Lu Huan smiled cheekily, arm in arm with him, "Dad, didn't I tell you about a guy I met on the road yesterday, and I gave him a lift?"
Lin Mo heard the noise and looked over. Seeing Lu Huan and the others, he walked over with Xia Mengdie and Yingzi.
"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you again so soon," Lin Mo said with an indifferent smile.
"Right, let me introduce you, this is my old man, Lu Huahui." Lu Huan was lively and innocent, easily familiar with anyone.
Lin Mo nodded toward the middle-aged man.
