Ben Shaming stared at Mark with those family-inherited eyes and swirled his wine glass: "But isn't the Lynch family's son... ? How did he end up here?"
Mark politely swapped seats with the customer next to Ben Shaming and sat down beside him, tapping the bar to order the same drink as Ben Shaming.
After leisurely completing these actions, he turned to Ben Shaming with a carefree smile: "I know what you want to say: the Lynch family's son is still in prison, how could he be here, right? Are you suspecting I'm an imposter or worried I'm a fugitive?"
The handsome young man, full of mischief when he said this, lit up the entire room like the glistening glasses in the bar.
Ben Shaming squinted slightly and looked away: "Seems like you're neither."
Mark laughed brightly, grabbed his glass, and took a big gulp: "I just got out of prison."
Ben Shaming couldn't help but turn his head to look at him: "Your sentence is over? So soon?"
