Was it to avoid Mr. Johnson?
Tim Morrison heaved a sigh of relief. Really, he'd thought this guy had actually committed some serious crime and needed to flee.
"That's your own grandfather, isn't it? No problem, just come back when he's cooled down a bit," Tim Morrison said indifferently, leaning there, "But what on earth did you do that you ended up having to run?"
Samuel Johnson gave him a faint smile. He didn't speak, but that smile was one Tim Morrison had never seen before, filled with desolation.
He had seen this man wear a variety of smiles: arrogant, smug, haughty, tsundere, but it was the first time he saw him look so bitter. Tim Morrison's heart skipped a beat, pretending not to notice, he casually said, "Since you're really leaving, I'll see it through as a good friend to the end, send the Buddha to the west; you just hit the road. I'll keep an eye on things for you here. By the way, should I take care of Amanda Smith for you?"
