"Violet Don?" When the name rolled off Noah Bates' lips, it carried a hint of ambiguous affection. He smiled with his eyes slightly narrowed. "You're from China?"
"Yes." Wayne Don reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a small business card, handing it to Noah Bates. "Here, it's our company address. You can come visit us."
He was ever-prepared with business cards, like a little businessman. This gesture made Noah Bates chuckle softly. "Hey, are you treating me like a client?"
"Maybe." Wayne replied evasively, "What do you want me to treat you as?"
His counterquestion was rather interesting—it was clear he was a smart kid. Noah Bates stepped forward and ruffled his hair, "Any way works. I'll let you know in advance when I come to visit."
"Sure." Wayne agreed readily, "How long have you been in Australia?"
"About half a year." Noah Bates stood up. "After tonight's event, there's a ball. Your mom probably doesn't know, does she?"