C655 It's Fine, I'm Hanging Up.

Finley Quinn's hand, which was typing on the keyboard, paused for a moment. He raised his eyes and looked deeply at Augustine, who was standing opposite him, organizing the information.

He rubbed his forehead helplessly, but he couldn't explain anything.

"Alright, I'll have to trouble you to make me a cup of coffee."

Augustine did as he was told. "Okay."

After a while