It felt as if even the air had stopped circulating.
"..."
The concert hall had three exits: A, B, and C. Sinai and Alfonso took exit C.
Today’s performance was by a well-known band from this part of the continent, and many were here to watch, so naturally, there were many people at the exit.
Once again, the pairing of Norton and Sinai attracted the attention of others.
Alfonso may be handsome and a successful person.
But sandwiched between them, he inevitably faded a bit.
Especially their positioning as a trio.
A world-famous painting, the position of the White School.
The Asura Field scene.
Sinai felt she had faced a social death once more.
This time, it was rather complete.
Considering yesterday she was placed in a child’s seat, it could reluctantly be explained by saying the design was large and she was skinny enough to fit.
But today?
Upon hearing this, Norton slowly raised his eyes, his gaze and voice devoid of warmth.
He slowly repeated, "Dad?"
Alfonso, however, breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to speak, "Miss Sinai, is this your father?"
He looked at Sinai and then at Norton.
Their hair color was quite similar.
Though they didn’t look alike, their high attractiveness could pass as father and daughter.
But Sinai is already 27 years old, isn’t this "father" a bit too young?
No matter how well-maintained, shouldn’t there be at least some fine lines?
He looks even younger than Alfonso himself.
Alfonso couldn’t articulate his feelings.
Norton didn’t spare even a glance for the second person.
His gaze remained on Sinai, his brow slightly raised.
A sort of "if you can’t find a suitable explanation today, don’t think about leaving" aura.
Sinai paused, then added, "Did Dad ask you to take me home, cousin?"
Upon hearing this, passersby couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
Turns out the family couldn’t rest and came out to pick someone up; they thought there would be some grand drama.
Alfonso looked left and right, even more puzzled.
A cousin handling matters of a niece?
What kind of world is this?
Norton’s eyes narrowed.
He raised his hand and effortlessly tossed the cigarette into the trash can five meters away.
"..."
This joke couldn’t go on any further.
Sinai remained expressionless, "I’m going back to the research base."
Just as she turned, her wrist was caught.
His palm was warm, but his fingertips were cold.
Sinai stopped, slowly turned her head, "What’s the matter?"
"What’s the rush?" Norton raised his chin slightly, "It’s evening, let’s have a midnight snack."
"I’m not hungry; I usually don’t eat at night."
"I’m hungry."
Sinai was about to say, "If you’re hungry, cook for yourself," but he lazily added, "I waited for you and got hungry."
"..."
Thirty minutes later, the two sat at a barbecue stall.
The smell of grilled meat made Sinai’s stomach growl as well.
After thinking about it, she decided to eat a couple of skewers.
This stall was owned by people from Hua Country.
In terms of cuisine, no one knows better than the people of Hua Country.
Since having local delicacies both in the capital and Shanghai City, Sinai’s taste buds have become picky.

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