Laoer had three doubts.
First, how is being surrounded considered good news?
Second, whose little bastard ran out and went crazy?
Third, on what basis does this little bastard dare to surround a whole car of people by himself?
"Brother Er, it's Lin... Lin Nianhe."
A trusted subordinate leaned close to Laoer, helplessly whispering a reminder.
Before departing, Laoer, following Bai Bo's instructions, had sent Lin Nianhe's photo to everyone.
He had, of course, seen it himself, but he really had face blindness; it wasn't just about looking at a photo—even if Lin Nianhe hovered in front of him continuously for three months, he wouldn't remember her.
Laoer skeptically furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes, and took Lin Nianhe in from head to toe again.
