"You... Hallie Morgan, why are you running? Aren't you afraid that I could throw your dirty cat out?"
Madam Myers hurried over, "Sir, shall I throw it out?"
Dylan Collins looked at Hallie's room, thinking that if he really threw it out, she would probably cry to death when she got back.
"Forget it, wait for her to come back then throw it."
At that moment, Ally Berg called again, "Dylan, why did you go back? You promised to accompany me for a week."
"There's something going on at home, I'm busy, talk to you later."
Dylan Collins listened to her voice, somewhat impatient.
Subconsciously, he didn't want to listen more.
After Ally hung up the phone, she was furious, thinking about what had happened. After meeting with Hallie on the road, he left immediately.
Could it be because of Hallie?
She wished she hadn't gone to meet her!
She clenched her teeth in anger when suddenly thought of Grandpa Collins' birthday that was coming soon...
