A few minutes later, Queta gave Connor Peyton's phone number.
Connor didn't want to waste a second, so he called Peyton immediately.
"Ding, ding, ding…"
The phone rang for a long time before Peyton picked up.
"Who is it?"
Peyton wasn't in a good mood at the moment, so his tone was very rough.
"Mr. Zook, we met at the entrance of Yarlford University today. You won't forget me so quickly, right?"
Connor said with a smile.
When Peyton heard Connor's words, he could not help but be stunned for a moment. Then, he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you Connor McDonald?"
"That's right, it's me!"
"Why are you calling me? Let me tell you, we won't let you off for slapping me today!"
Peyton said in a low voice.
"Mr. Zook, stop pretending in front of me. Others may not understand you, but do you think I don't? You're just a small fry in the Zook family. I don't even care about Watson Zook, so why would I care about you?"
