Tyrone used to drive sports cars, but today it was a very formal Bentley.
"Tyrone, why didn't you drive that kind of racing car today?" Nancy asked subconsciously.
"It depends on the occasion." Tyrone said lightly.
Nancy said, "Oh," and then there was something different on her face as if she had thought of something else.
"Will you lose face when I accompany you like this?" Nancy whispered.
In fact, she came from a poor family so she thought it was improper for her to attend such important occasion. She was really afraid of losing Tyrone's face.
Tyrone's dark eyes fell on Nancy's face, and he was touched by this.
It seemed that poverty was deeply entrenched in Nancy's heart, and her cheerful appearance still couldn't hide her inferiority in her heart.
Tyrone thought he had to do s
