The two of them inquired around Harold Nixon's residence but still made no progress.
"Henry, there's a bustling shopping street over there, let's go check it out!" Charlotte Cooper, holding onto Henry Russell's hand, gently swung it.
Possibly due to exhaustion, or maybe because she found the United States extraordinarily fascinating after coming here, she wanted to wander around.
"Alright, whatever you want." Henry Russell laughed helplessly and lifted his hand to brush Charlotte's soft hair.
Henry knew Charlotte was tired. It wasn't easy for her to accompany him for such a long time, so he thought of picking some gifts for his wife.
As night fell, the neon lights of the shopping street gradually lit up. The street was unique, with both sides displaying dazzling arrays of goods, attracting Charlotte's attention.
"What do you want to buy?" Henry, arm entwined with Charlotte, whose eyes were glowing with desire, asked.
"I don't know, everything looks so good."