Tiana Thorne stitched needle by needle, her sullen mood lightened considerably at the thought of dealing with Cain Rhodes.
She lazily curved her lips, even the tune of the little ditty she hummed became more cheerful.
Eugene Dawson saw this and was even more delighted.
Tiana Thorne not only had acting skills but also attention to detail, bringing characters to life as if they were a part of her existence rather than fictional constructions.
Suddenly, the tune stopped abruptly, and Tiana's previously joyful eyes turned cautious.
"Who?"
Phillip Rooney walked in slowly, eyes cold: "Fox Tiana, you seem to have forgotten your identity."
Tiana Thorne turned around, casually crossing her legs, with a lazy and playful smile: "I was wondering who it was, turns out it's you. Since when did the Prime Minister learn to play peek-a-boo?"
