Chapter 142 It Depends on How You Behave

Tristan and Quercia strolled through the night market, trying lots of foods that Quercia had never tasted before.

Watching Quercia holding a skewer of fish balls with oil all over her face, Tristan suddenly felt a little dazed.

"Quercia..."

"Hmm? What's up?" Quercia squinted her eyes, looking satisfied, and pointed to a nearby stall. "Let's go buy some more later..."

"Would you like to take some time to come with me to visit my parents someday?" Tristan interrupted her.

Quercia stopped speaking mid-sentence, mechanically turned her head to look at Tristan, and didn't even notice when one of the fish balls fell to the ground.

"I just..." Tristan scratched the back of his head.

Having spent three years in prison, Tristan had been polished in all aspects by Mr. Jordy, including his ability to speak without being intimidated in any situation, even when facing people who could decide the world's future.