Zhao Bin sat in the living room of Noah's villa and watched the American opera on TV. He was holding the imported fruit in his hand. He was not polite enough to eat and watch. He drank the fresh juice brought by the housekeeper from time to time.

When Noah came down, he saw Zhao Bin as an improper outsider, not angry at all, but with a smile.

"Keep you waiting."

"Nothing. I'm fine here."

"Haha, you don't treat yourself as an outsider. I like your personality very much, at least not hypocritically."

"What is hypocrisy doing?"

Zhao Bin said that he drank another glass of juice and looked at...