She spoke quite sincerely, fearful that the other party might reject her, and she spoke cautiously.
The man held a knife and fork, still nonchalantly eating his meal, not showing whether he was listening to Summer Sutton's words.
Summer Sutton stood stiffly next to him, seeing that he remained quietly focused on his meal and didn't express any attitude, her heart was anxious.
Several times she had the impulse to lift her face to look at him, but was afraid of offending him, so she suppressed the impulse.
The man beside her continued to dine, and Summer Sutton only heard the clinking of his utensils, without any words from him.
He stayed so silent that Summer Sutton thought it was surely hopeless.
"If this request is difficult for you, then forget it." She turned dispiritedly to head downstairs, but a light remark floated from the man behind, "Tomorrow, I'll have someone get you a passport."
Summer Sutton halted her steps, her eyes suddenly brightening.
