Sam glanced at Lucas and found that he was still unmoved. He struggled secretly. Just about to speak, Lucas, who had been silent, finally spoke.
“It’s okay, let’s eat first.” Lucas retracted his hand, threw the used cotton swab alcohol into the trash can, and got up first and walked to the dining table.
When Lucas spoke, Sam retreated very wisely, leaving a huge space for two people.
It is the best result that San Ye can speak. He really doesn’t want to talk about this kind of thing.
Gwen’s gaze kept falling on Sam, wanting him to stop and answer, but he didn’t expect to give her another look until he walked out the door.
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