He squinted his eyes slightly, exhaling smoke, his expression gloomy.
After finishing one cigarette, he stretched out his hand to take another one, but as it rested between his fingertips, he abruptly crushed it.
He picked up the phone and called Autumn Johnson.
The phone rang again and again, but no one answered.
He pressed on his brow and sent her a text message, his fingers flying swiftly across the phone screen to compose a message——
[Fluffy, Auntie said you're sick, are you feeling better? If you're sick, you need to listen to the doctor, eat on time, and rest on time so that you can recover early.]
Once the text was sent, it was as if it had sunk into the ocean, with no response.
He furrowed his brows tightly, his long fingers tapping lightly on the table surface, then, again, composed another text——
