Daniel Marshall's eyes, clear and shining like obsidian, glimmered with an air of stern sharpness.
Below the seemingly tranquil surface, a sharp edge was hidden. Positioned on a prominently sculpted, handsome face, as if crafted by a master artisan, Daniel's features only emphasized his imposing aura, involuntarily evoking the image of a regal lion ruling the grasslands!
James Marshall couldn't help his eyes from slightly narrowing and an involuntary twitch gracing his mouth corner.
With a subtle arch of his brow, Daniel spoke in a deep voice, "Uncle, you didn't even check the caller ID, how do you know it's those annoying telemarketers already? What if it's important and you miss it?"
James remained silent and pulled out his phone, then answered the call in front of Daniel.
Grace Martinez was relieved that James finally answered his call, but she was stunned to hear him saying irrelevant things about not buying a house, thanking the caller, and the like...
