Chapter 691 I, Lance Robinett, Will Be Waiting for Him

• The name Ursa Fishman wasn’t new to Eric Goodwell. Back then, the two had that “if we’re not enemies, we don’t hang out” dynamic—basically, you annoy me, I annoy you. Awkward as hell.
• But as time as neighbors stacked up and they went through more together, the early misunderstandings faded away.
• In a world as messy as the Skaonia entertainment circle—the so-called big melting pot—Ursa still kept a pure heart. In Eric’s eyes, that alone was rare and precious.