"Uh, sorry Trista."
"I'm Cara!"
"Alright, alright, Cara! Who picked me up yesterday?"
At this moment, Cara's expression was quite strange, "Um, you don't know?"
"Would I ask you if I knew?"
Cara gave a dry cough, "Well, Young Master Ou, I never thought your tastes were so... unique lately."
"What do you mean?"
"The person who picked you up yesterday was an... old lady..." Cara couldn't help but twitch at the corners of her mouth when she thought about the scene from last night where Ou Mingxuan was led away by a woman who looked like a grandma, to the shock of everyone in the bar.
First it was a broken sleeve, then a pedo-philia, and now it's an Oedipus complex... can tastes be any more special!
"What?!" Ou Mingxuan exclaimed in shock.
"Weren't you the one who told me to make the call? You didn't know?" Cara asked suspiciously.
Ou Mingxuan hung up the phone and went to check the call logs from last night to confirm he hadn't dialed the wrong number.
