Rosalie had been thinking about the medicinal material supplier and did not hear Byron’s question.

She only snapped out of her thoughts when the car moved. Then, she asked Byron, “Where are we going?”

Byron said, “I’m not sure what you want to eat. So let’s go and have something light.”

Rosalie nodded.

She did not have the mood to think about what to eat.

The car gradually pulled over in front of a restaurant.

Byron got out of the car and opened the door for Rosalie. Rosalie was still in a