Before Cristelle could say something, Linford suddenly snapped, “Lana! Can you stop asking things and shut up for a while?”

Lana was startled. Her eyes went red immediately. She looked like she was about to cry.

“Don’t cry. Lana, I’m sorry. He’s short-tempered. I hope he didn’t scare you.” Cristelle stuttered, feeling bad for the poor girl.

Lana didn’t say anything as she dropped her gaze, sniffing. Linford treated her this way because he had given all his patience to Cristelle Friesley.

“You’re so sweet, Cristelle,” Lana murmured as if she was hurt.

Linford rolled his eyes as he got out of the car, holding the door of Cristelle’s side...