The atmosphere in the car suddenly became a little tense.
At this time, the taxi driver who was driving suddenly asked curiously:
"The Lin Yao you two are talking about, isn't that the same Lin Yao?"
Lin Duanzheng was a little slow to react, Fang Xiaole had already answered:
"No, this Lin Yao is my girlfriend."
"Is that so? Hahaha, I thought the Lin Yao you were talking about was that big star."
The driver laughed heartily: "I was wondering if your ancestors were so lucky that you could find a famous celebrity as your girlfriend, haha."
Taxi drivers in Kyoto are all difficult to talk to, and this one is no exception. He was probably just looking for something to talk about.
"Haha, how is that possible? Master, you're overthinking it."
Fang Xiaole also laughed twice in cooperation.
"Hey, brother, you know Lin Yao too? Let me tell you, I'm her fan. She sings so beautifully and she's so pretty. Tsk tsk, whoever can marry her would be so lucky to live ten years less!
Have you heard Lin Yao's new song? Yes, that song "Painting Heart", it's so good, you haven't heard it yet, have you? Then you're missing out! "
The driver was also a fan of Lin Yao. He couldn't stop talking about Lin Yao and kept talking until the car arrived at the gate of the community where Lin Yao lived. Then he stopped talking with a sense of unfulfilled desire.
Although Lin Duanzheng knew that his daughter was a big star, he rarely paid attention to the entertainment industry and had no concrete idea of his daughter's popularity.
At this moment, I was stunned to see that a taxi driver actually knew about my daughter.
Suddenly seeing Fang Xiaole about to pay for the fare, he quickly took out his wallet and said, "I'll do it."
"It's okay, uncle." Fang Xiaole used his mobile phone to scan the code to pay, got out of the car and helped Lin Duanzheng take out the luggage from the trunk.
"Brother, remember to listen to Lin Yao's songs, it's definitely worth it!"
Before leaving, the driver said something to Fang Xiaole and then drove away.
Fang Xiaole couldn't help but smile. Since Lin Yao's fame grew, this was not the first time he had encountered such a scene.
He didn't care and dragged Lin Duanzheng's luggage into the community.
"Xiao Fang."
At this time, Lin Duanzheng, who had been standing there, suddenly asked:
"Is Lin Yao really that famous?"
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