"The reporters are probably still nearby. Why don't we wander around some other places first and pick up the car later?" Ethan Laurent glanced at her and asked casually.
"Okay." Summer Ford responded, thought for a moment, and pointed in the direction of a street ahead, "Let's go to the food street first!"
"Alright." Ethan Laurent smiled gently and carried her slowly in the direction she pointed.
Summer Ford actually enjoyed being carried by him, but as they reached a crowded area, she started to feel embarrassed.
"Why don't you put me down?" She slid off Ethan Laurent's back and put her shoes back on.
Ethan Laurent knew she was shy and didn't say anything.
Holding her hand, they crossed several streets, and when they arrived at the food street, it was already dark.
It was just in time for dinner.
Summer Ford was clearly familiar with the place; she took him around from one shop to another, and after buying and packing the food, she handed it to Ethan Laurent.
