Chloe Grant turned her head, directly giving Ralph Koch a glare, "Who said I was looking for him? I'm packing up to go home."
As she spoke, she started packing up the tent.
"Even if you pack, it's useless. Without Matthew, none of us can return today," Ralph Koch said as he helped Chloe Grant pack the tent.
"What do you mean?" Chloe Grant asked further.
Ralph Koch shrugged, "What I mean is, the daily bus to go back has already left, and now the car keys are with Matthew. Only if he drives can we go back."
Chloe Grant: …
"It's already that early?"
Just as Chloe Grant was muttering, Matthew Morgan came out of the store carrying a bowl of noodles.
He had been dressing very simply these past couple of days.
Beach shorts, a black T-shirt, a very down-to-earth style. Now, carrying a bowl of noodles out, he seemed like the most ordinary person in the world.
Unfortunately, he was Matthew Morgan.
Grandpa Morgan of the imperial city, how could he be ordinary?
