Grover waited for twenty minutes but saw no one.
At the 21st minute, I received news of a traffic jam from the driver, so I had no choice but to go have dinner with my parents first.
Seeing his absent-minded expression, Shen Cong'an quietly touched Grover with her toes under the table: "What are you thinking about? Why don't you talk to Xiao Yan?"
Grover was holding his chin in a daze when his father suddenly asked him this question, biting his chopsticks with a confused look on his face.
"...There's nothing to say."
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