"He should be arriving soon, right? How about I give him a call first?"
Hearing Bai Zhiqing's words, Lu Tianxing glanced around, just about to take out his phone to make a call, when he heard a voice in his ear, "Haha, boss, you're finally here! I've missed you."
Bai Zhiqing looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with yellow-dyed hair, ear piercings, and a punk style walking over with large strides. As he spoke, he was already by Lu Tianxing's side, with a bright smile on his face.
"Little Bee, keep your distance from me."
Seeing the young man approaching, apparently intending to hug him, Lu Tianxing spoke irritably, "I say, Little Bee, can't you change your style? You're all about that Shamate non-mainstream look, aren't you afraid of getting beaten up on the street?"
"Boss, you're really the epitome of old-fashioned. What do you know? This is punk style, American girls love this look."
