“You are very creative.” Finnley wasn't joking. He said, “It's such a loss that you are not a novelist.”

Mya smiled and connected to Bluetooth. “Let me play you a song." Lest he got bored driving and saw her as a burden.

After a while, Sarah Brightman's song started playing.

Mya leaned back, closed her eyes, and sang along, her voice was good and she was singing with emotion.

Finnley drove seriously. The rain was getting heavier and the traffic was not very good.

He listened to her and Sarah Brightman singing together.

"I thought you liked DJs." After a melody ended, Finnley said.

“Why?” Mya rolled her eyes, "Based on what?"

“Your personality.” Finnley said, "And the way you dress. You like street dancing, don't you?"

to share with him, "You only see my surface and

brother. "It's okay." Mya turned to look at him, "We

she talking about going

corners of Finnley's lips rose, "If you are to work at the Marsh Group, you can't be so

then glanced

need to dress formally,” Finnley reminded. “Also, your hairstyle. This one won't do.” "You have bad taste." Mya couldn't help but complained, “Ivan is almost

lid of the banana milk and poured

the air

"Do you like

like from that

too.” She didn't answer, leaned back

him, "I am very picky about songs. For me, lyrics are the most important, and then the singer's voice, and the mood that the

to this song and he liked it. In terms of music, he held a similar

arrived at Catherine's apartment. She prepared a small umbrella so she didn't get

lock, she found that Catherine was

a bit messy. After putting down

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