With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Remington tilted his head back to look at Tristan.
Right now, Remington was eager to find out how Tristan would apologize to him next. Just thinking about that scene made Remington feel exceptionally refreshed.
As Tristan gradually approached, the smile on Remington's lips grew more and more splendid, and his eyes became increasingly triumphant.
Kamryn leaned against the nearby guardrail, a smile on his face as well.
As Tristan approached, Kamryn couldn't help but speak up in advance: "Tristan, when you apologize, you need to be sincere, understand?"
Remington held his head high, looking to the side, waiting for Tristan to speak up and ask for his help.
Tristan glanced at Kamryn and walked over to Cypress, saying, "It's almost time for dinner, should we get going?"
"Shall we go?"