Wharton thought, "In this case, I heard what Lina said. Could it be regarded as an indirect confession of love to me?"
He felt a sense of accomplishment in this kind of thing.
He continued to pretend to listen to the conversation at the next table while drinking.
Looking at the depressed Lina, Agar comforted her, "Actually, you can't think so. Love is often a kind of spiritual sense and resonance. It has nothing to do with age, appearance, figure, wealth, and status."
After saying that, he stopped for a while and observed Lina's expression.
After hesitating for a while, he continued, "In fact, Lina, Dutch and I don't object to the fact that you like Wharton. We are just worried about one thing."
Lina raised her head, a trace of doubt flashing through her beautiful blue eyes.
"What question?"
She asked.