This was the first time she had seen Jordan so happy since she had met him, and his mouth was almost grinning to the root of his ear.
"I thought you couldn't come," Jordan said, in a very standard English language, of course, the tone was still strange.
"Your elder brother, the Emperor, agreed with my leave. This is my first time looking at the racing car so closely, so how much is this car?" Irish said, turning around to look it up and down. No one answered her question.
She looked up and saw his face was a little unnatural, thinking, laughing, and she said, "Don't worry, I didn't tell your brother about the test you're doing today."
"Of course, he doesn't know," Jordan said. "He hasn't come home these days."
Irish knew what he said, and her face was inadvertently red.
Leo sneered beside him, "He is not afraid to die in exhaustion?"
"You curse him?" Irish retorted.
"I don't need to do that." He was straightforward.
