Kenneth Osborne curled his lips into a smile, walked to the other side, got into the car, closed the door, and drove towards the restaurant where Quentin Parker had arranged to meet them.
On the way, Kenneth Osborne didn't idle. He kept asking her, "Does your shoulder still hurt?"
"What's the deal with that whip?"
"Can it really emit Holy Light?"
"Aren't you part of the Celestial Path Sect from the East? Do you also research Holy Light and Black Magic?"
Lawrence Winters supported his chin with his hand, leaned against the car window, and said calmly, "My shoulder's long since better. As for the whip, does Mr. Osborne also concern himself with such trivial matters?"
Kenneth Osborne stayed silent for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Honestly, these things still seem trivial to me."
Lawrence Winters: "..."
She knew he was stubborn.
Having known him for over a decade, she understood him best.
