Summer Ford observed his expression silently, secretly trying to figure out his thoughts.
Enzo Laurent was silent for quite a while, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but instead stood up, "It's getting late, let's head back early!"
Walking ahead, he left the restaurant directly.
Summer Ford remained in her seat, her gaze following his figure, completely unsure in her mind.
Beep beep beep beep.
A phone suddenly rang.
Summer Ford was slightly startled and picked up the phone.
Ethan Laurent was calling.
"Where are you? I'll come to pick you up."
"Grandpa called for me."
"What?" Ethan Laurent seemed very surprised. His eyes darkened, and he rushed down Rousseau Tower, "Where are you? I'm coming right over!"
He wasn't sure if things were finished over there. He seemed to be in a hurry, his footsteps thudding in the phone, followed closely by the sound of an engine starting.
Summer Ford gave him the address, and he appeared there about twenty minutes later.
