What a line about a scumbag and a wicked woman.
What a perfect match.
She laughed even louder than Oliver: "You should write a book, I'll buy it."
"I've had artistic cells in me, but eventually, they were all strangled in their cradle. After all, being a businessman's son, I must engage in business. Please guide me in the future."
Oliver's words revealed a sense of self-mockery.
Sophia, with such a delicate mind, could definitely hear it.
Unconsciously, they had talked for more than ten minutes.
Before hanging up, Sophia mentioned the issue of not being able to return home, fearing that Oliver might have forgotten what she said since they had talked about other topics.
"I got it, Miss Sophia." His voice was filled with laughter.
He always gave people a sense of recklessness and open-mindedness, yet also a refreshing feeling like warm spring breeze.
