Speaking of which, Ling Yao still felt a bit regretful about the little girl's stubbornness. Thinking about this, he could only stand up himself and reach out to Liang An.
"Give me your car keys, I need to go out for a bit."
Liang An frowned, "Ancestor, how can you go out alone? Whatever you need to do, let me help you."
"If you could handle it, would I need to go myself?"
"Then at least wear a mask when you go out."
Ling Yao rolled his eyes at him, "I'm just a little popular; is it really necessary?"
Liang An snorted, tossing the car keys to him, "Just don't regret it."
When Ling Yao took the elevator down to the underground garage, he found a lot of reporters in the parking lot. He frowned and reluctantly put on a mask.
