"Uh, well, uh, expatriate, what do you want to eat? I'll go order for you."
Lin Zifeng walked over.
"Who, who, who is the expatriate! You're the expatriate. Please call me by my English name, Jackson, and my Chinese name, 'Gao Yuan'. And please add 'Mr.' when you call my name in the future. Ah, a bodyguard is just a bodyguard and will never be able to say anything as noble as an ivory tower."
One sentence from Lin Zifeng instantly hit his weak spot. If he didn't care about his image, he would have slapped himself in the face.
He glared at him fiercely, and as he spoke, this guy twisted his hips, pulled Nangong Bing over to a corner, and sat down again, starting his 'commentary'.
"Gao Yuan? X? I could be a bladder!"
Lin Zifeng was immediately struck by the absurdity of this guy's name.
He smiled faintly and shrugged helplessly.
