"Natalie, it's me, Dante. Hahaha, I stole my father's phone to call you. My father is currently in a video conference." Dante Milton spoke softly.
Hearing Dante's voice, Natalie's heart warmed as if she was basking in the sun in winter, and the corners of her mouth lifted subconsciously.
"What are you doing now? What are you going to have for lunch?" Natalie Wheeler asked with concern.
"I'm calling you now. I don't know what to eat for lunch. I guess Dad will take us to a restaurant. Natalie, can I call you often?" Dante asked cautiously.
"Of course," Natalie said and thought for a moment. "You'll be discovered sooner or later with your father's cell phone. It's not safe. I'll go to your house in the afternoon and put a new mobile phone in the shoe cabinet outside your door. You can secretly take it. You can call me when you're not in class. I'll register my cell phone number on it. That way, we can video call too."
