"Mr. Thomson?" Mrs. Smith asked doubtfully, suddenly remembering something, "Are you subordinate to that Robert...Thomson?"
"Yes." The man immediately smiled and placed the gifts he bought in front of him, "This is a little token of appreciation from our Mr. Thomson."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Smith slammed the door shut with a "bang!"
The man was taken aback, the smile on his face frozen. Before he could speak, the door was suddenly pulled open again, Mrs. Smith's angry face appearing in front of him!
"Where is your Mr. Thomson? Where did he take my daughter?!"
"Huh?" The man was stunned, as Mrs. Smith furiously threatened, "If you don't tell me, do you believe I'll call the police?"
"I...I don't know," the man stammered, "I just received a phone call..."
"Give me your phone! Hurry up!" she snarled, "Hurry up and call him! He took my daughter away, and I haven't seen her for a day and a night! My daughter is pregnant! What if something happens?!"
