Arlo Seys' lip twitched slightly as he tried to maintain a cool and indifferent demeanor, saying calmly, "...Then you should return it to me."
Ariel Morris immediately hid the umbrella behind her back, "What kind of gift would be taken back after being given! Arlo Seys, I waited half the day and couldn't get a cab, you're really lucky, came out after me and still flagged down a private Cayenne car! The quality of unlicensed cars these days is too high!"
Uncle Glenn, who was mistakenly thought to be a black car driver, remained silent but couldn't help but mentally complain: ...Girl, I'm not a taxi driver, and this private car belongs to my young master.
"Uncle Glenn, drive," Arlo Seys pursed his lips, his voice carrying a tone of restrained twitching.
Uncle Glenn silently floated into the car, his mouth slightly twitching.
Seeing the car was about to leave, Ariel Morris sweetly smiled at the back seat where Arlo Seys sat, "Arlo Seys, thanks for your umbrella!"
