After a pause, Summer said again, "The only man who feels like he can do such a thing is that paranoid Shawn..."

Joe had already walked away.

Well, he and Summer's thoughts are on different channels!

Summer looked at his back and said, "That was weird. He asked such an inexplicable question and then left in such an inexplicable way."

She muttered, "Could it be that men also have mood swings?"

Summer shook her head and continued to devote herself to her work.

…

Saturday came.

The doorbell of Joe's house rang.

He dragged his tired body to open the door. "Who is it so early in the morning... I didn't fall asleep until five o'clock last night!"

The door opened, and Shawn appeared in front of him in a suit and shiny leather shoes.

"Shawn?!"

Shawn said expressionlessly, "What?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Did you forget we are supposed to go to town and look for Molly?"

Joe was about to go crazy. "I didn't promise you!"

"The private jet is already waiting. Let's go," Shawn said.