The phone's persistent ringtone couldn't be ignored.
Throwing off the covers, getting out of bed, and grabbing the phone to answer it, then returning to bed.
The call was from Zane Jackson. As soon as Koa Jackson picked up, he heard, "Koa."
"Dad." Koa's voice was indifferent.
Zane had actually seen him at the party but was too busy to speak. Holding back his frustration, he asked, "What's happening with you and that girl from the Ginger Family?"
Koa replied, "Just as you saw."
"..." Zane was momentarily shocked, surprised, "You fancy her?"
"I'm in love with her," Koa confessed straightforwardly, "I'm planning to marry her. My decision is made."
"You!" Zane was momentarily speechless with anger.
The daughter from the Ginger Family was nearly eight years younger than his son, had picked up all sorts of bad habits from living outside for so long, and had that hard and stubborn temper, like a stone in a toilet. Could she be a good wife to take care of their young master Koa?
