"You don't want to be caught by Grandpa Li and your uncles and aunts, do you?"
Titus Zane suddenly remembered that his grandparents and uncles were likely on their way back from the annual meeting at this moment.
In a flurry, he quickly adjusted his dress and was about to push open the car door when Nathan Moore grabbed his wrist.
With tense, earnest eyes, he said, "Didn't we agree to leave together?"
Titus Zane...
"Can we go now?"
"Let's go." Releasing Titus's wrist, Nathan Moore held the steering wheel firmly, but Alder Locke was already standing in front of the car, hands still in his trouser pockets, down jacket unzipped to reveal a loose, dark knit sweater, his expression emotionless, slightly tilting his head without a word, watching Nathan Moore through the windshield.
"Move out of the way!" Nathan Moore frowned and was about to reverse when he saw Alder Locke unmoved.
An unhurried voice rang out, a smirk played on Alder Locke's lips, clearly mocking.
