Departs for America!

Jean didn't answer. Under the hazy shadow of the moon, his bright eyes fell on Chris's face.

In an instant, Chris sat across from him and looked at him intently to find that Jean still had a cellphone in the palm of his hand.

He frowned. "What's the matter? Is there anything else you have to do this late?"

The man placed his cell phone on the armrest of the sofa, rubbed his forehead, and did not answer the rhetorical question. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for wine. I can't sleep, would you like to drink together?"

Jean looked away and looked at the wine cabinet in the corner of the living room. He got up slowly, stepped forward and opened the cupboard's door. "How long are you planning on living abroad?"

When he picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses, he looked over at Chris and asked.