Song Yaoyao nodded obediently.
"Okay, Mr. Nolan."
She knew that some foreigners' names were so long that she could spend all night trying to write it.
Song Yaoyao did not want to spend too much time discussing his name.
"Alright, alright..."
Nolan spread his hands helplessly.
He sized up the girl sitting across from him. It was undeniable that she was the most beautiful oriental girl he had ever seen. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were like the most flawless gemstone, and her lips were as beautiful as roses.
He bent down slightly and supported his chin.
"Perhaps, there's one more friend that I want to make now."
"Huh?"
"Do you want to be friends with me? Pretty little girl?"
A smile bloomed in his deep, ocean-like eyes, as he stretched his big hand out in front of Song Yaoyao.
His joints were clear, and he was thin. His skin was pale and sickly, without any color.
He looked like a vampire.
