"Sir?" Vincent looked at Joel Russo through the rearview mirror inside the car.
Joel's pen, which had been moving on the paper, gradually came to a halt, and then he closed the document and put it aside before lifting his head to look at Vincent.
He said indifferently, "Go buy some medicine for bruises and sprains."
Vincent almost instantly understood and responded with a "Yes," before opening the car door and walking into the drugstore.
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"Young Master, you're back." Leila's eyes were brimming with smiles; the Old Madam truly had a way of predicting things.
"Hmm."
Joel responded indifferently and walked into the living room after changing his shoes.
His cool gaze swept through the living room, failing to find the familiar figure; he turned to go upstairs, but then he heard a clear and faint voice coming from the kitchen.
"Does he like seafood? Crab? Shrimp? He doesn't seem to..."
