Too many questions swirled in Evelyn Sherman's mind, as she bit her lip hard. After calming herself for a while, she took out her cell phone and dialed Little Princess's number.
"What to do? What to do? Little Princess is going to be scolded..." In the restroom, the Little Princess, who had been acting desperately just now, was pacing anxiously as she heard the phone ringing.
Her soft body crouched directly down, her hands holding the cell phone. Her pretty little face collapsed, "I'm going to be scolded if I take the call or not, poor Little Princess!"
Evelyn stood by the roadside, looking at the unanswered phone. She frowned, hailed a car, and reported an address.
In the apartment.
Ella Jackson was applying a face mask, self-comforting her nervousness for being forced to become an accomplice while she stretched out her hands to tease Harry's handsome face...
"Buzzzz--" The cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
