What Bai Yang Was Really Like

"But, young master, that person drove straight toward us in the thing you call a car. He wasn't murderous, and he was slowing down, but with your physique, you'd surely get hurt if he hit you!" Little Cat frowned at Bai Yang, holding back the urge to rush out.

Bai Yang broke into a sweat. He had no choice but to explain some local common sense to Little Cat. "Look, Cat, he won't hit us. He used his turn signal—that flashing yellow light. It means he's going to steer around us and keep going, not that he means us harm."

Hearing this, Little Cat seemed to understand. "Is that how it works, young master? Did I make a fool of myself?"

"It's fine, Cat. You just got here, so there's a lot you don't know. You'll understand after you've been here a while." Bai Yang patted her hand.

Little Cat didn't belong to this world, after all. It was only natural that she didn't know a lot of basic things. All Bai Yang could do was explain them as best he could.

"Hey, buddy, nice car! We should hang out sometime!"

Just then, the sedan coming from the other direction drew level with Bai Yang and the others. The driver rolled down the window, gave him a thumbs-up, and shouted those words before speeding off.

Watching the latest imported BMW disappear into the distance, Bai Yang shook his head with a wry smile. Buddy, you just took a lap around the gates of hell. Did you know that? And you're talking about hanging out...

Little Cat quieted down beside him, curiously taking in everything along the road—things she had never seen before.

The Bugatti left the villa district at an unhurried pace. When they passed a plaza, Little Cat pointed