Following behind Reginald Bates were four people.
One of them, a middle-aged woman who bore a resemblance to Reginald, must be his mother, and there was another middle-aged woman whose identity was unknown to me. However, standing beside her were two familiar faces, Roland Roberts and Gina Roberts.
As she walked, Mrs. Bates complained, "Why are you walking so fast? Didn't you see that I'm wearing high heels and can't keep up?"
Reginald's expression was a bit cold, "We're late."
"So what if we're late, isn't this just traffic? It's not like we did it on purpose. Besides, what's wrong with making them wait a while?" Mrs. Bates was unperturbed.
Reginald took a deep breath before responding, "Mom, if we had gone straight to dinner at the hotel, we wouldn't be late. It was you who insisted on going upstairs for a shower..."
