All Of You, Guilty!

Elsewhere, Luke chatted with Karen as they rode the scooter to her house.

It was even more chaotic in Los Angeles at night. Coupled with the pedestrians on the streets, Luke could only slow the scooter down to twenty kilometers an hour.

He had put in a lot of effort to repair this old Vespa; he would feel bad if he even so much as scraped the paint.

The scooter circled the streets for half an hour before it finally reached Karen's house.

Seeing that Luke was about to leave with a smile, Karen couldn't help but invite him in. "Come in and sit for a bit…"

She paused for a moment before she said, "You must be a little tired after sending me back."

Luke was amused. "It's fine, I'm strong."

Karen: "…"

He waved goodbye to Karen and rode off on his scooter as he murmured to himself, It's almost ten at night. What will your parents think if I go in to rest?