Chapter 97 He’s Probably A Psycho

"Yep," Drew didn't even bat an eye as he lied, "Your forehead is bleeding. You need to undergo a proper check-up at least." Cristelle touched her forehead and let out a whimper. Drew was right. She didn't even notice that she was bleeding. "Cristelle, why is Diego also here?" Drew asked the question he knew Linford wanted to ask. "Why would I know?" Cristelle was still pissed off, mentioning that man, "He's probably a psycho." A psycho? A faint smile showed up on Linford's thin lips. "You don't want to see him?" Drew asked. "I hope he can disappear. I don't even know why he's following me all the time," Cristelle looked so sick and tired as she mentioned Diego's name, "Every time he shows up, I'll need to buy a new cell phone. That guy is a disaster." The smile on Linford's lips stretched. "I'll buy you a new one," He suddenly meddled in their conversation. The whole space fell silent. Linford instantly figured out how awkward that statement was. He focused on the road, ha