"Oh, I see. My name is Fang Zong, you can call me Fang."

Fang Zong's expression was normal as he glanced at Laura's face out of the corner of his eye.

Westerners have sculpted, exquisitely detailed faces with smooth, delicate skin, and then... they are living people.

The name Laura caught Fang Zong's attention.

Lara the Ghost Doll, a girl named Lara. However, the name Lara is quite common in the United States, similar to names like Zhang Jianguo and Zhao Xingye from the 1980s. Fang Zong didn't think much of it.

Laura clearly didn't have a specific destination in mind, so while Fang Zong drove, she watched TV shows on her phone.

It's still a Dongguk drama!

"Hey, are you from the East?" Laura leaned closer from the passenger seat.

"You can tell?"

"Of course, the Japanese are more humble, the Vietnamese are more slender, and you drive with a smile, which is a subtle smile unique to people from the East, a result of five thousand years of civilization."

"Thank you for the compliment." Fang Zong was very happy with the praise.

"but……"

Laura launched into her chatterbox mode: "Your dramas are also very good. They're direct when they need to be, and subtle when they need to be. Take 'The Story of Minglan,' for example; I couldn't stop watching it. But you guys are too fond of nitpicking. Listen to this theme song... 'Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was strong, and a deep sleep couldn't dispel the lingering effects of the wine,' which is fine. But the later part, 'Asking the person rolling up the curtain, she said the crabapple blossoms are still there,' is clearly just random sentence construction, trying to make the language flowery but without any style..."

Fang Zong: ...Okay, you're a foreigner, I forgive you.

Seeing that Fang Zong didn't answer, Laura gestured with her lips, opened the series, then clicked on the donation option, and showed the donation amount ————————

One hundred thousand dollars!

Fang Zong's eyes widened.

White? Beautiful? Rich!

Suddenly, a bright light flashed before his eyes. Ahead of him, a car suddenly changed lanes and crashed head-on into Fang Zong's old car.

Holy crap! Do you even know how to drive?!

Fang Zong was startled.

There was no time to dodge, so Fang Zong instinctively lunged to the side, pinning Laura, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt, beneath him.