Anthony thought for a long time and finally agreed reluctantly, ''It's done. I'll let her off once this time for your sake. But next time, Mike, you can't interfere again."
"Sure."
Mike raised his wrist and looked at the time on his wristwatch, "It's not even eight o'clock yet, let's go to eat hot pot, as a token of appreciation."
"Okay."
Anthony agreed readily.
"Uncle Mike, since you've met someone you know, you guys talk first, Yara and I will go first." Vivian picked up her bag, pulled Yara, who was loosely tied, and ran towards the outside without waiting for their agreement.
As if they were afraid that Anthony might temporarily backtrack, the two kept running for a long distance before stopping.
Yara panted heavily, exhausted.
Vivian stared at Yara, not only did she not feel sorry for Yara, but she slapped her on the head, "Damn it, you are ungrateful, you'd rather push me out than let Mike clash with Anthony?"
This fucking love.
"Of course."
Vivian lifted the satchel on her shoulder, "I'm not a saint, I can’t even protect myself, how can I risk my life to save you? Is that possible?"
"Hahahaha, I like your true and quick-wittedness. Come on, let's have some hot pot too, no, let's have barbecue. It's on me, as a token of my appreciation."
She wrapped an arm around Vivian's neck and left the airport with her, taking a taxi back to the city centre.
Sitting in the car, Yara tugged at the corner of her coat, deep in thought.
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