Jane Sampson had a bewildered expression and didn't respond, was it or wasn't it then?
At this time, a sentence surfaced in Jane's mind.
No one can wake a person who is pretending to sleep.
Well, for her right now, she also couldn't pry open the mouth of someone playing dumb.
Was James Black secretly laughing at her for making a fool of herself?
Afterward, the two of them quietly finished their breakfast until James Black started cleaning up the bowl and chopsticks and then spoke to Jane Sampson again, urging her to go to the bedroom to change clothes and prepare to leave.
"Oh, okay." Jane Sampson nodded and then entered the bedroom, casually closing the door behind her, took a clean dress from the cloakroom, tossed the clothes onto the bed, and her gaze once again fell on the black mobile phone she had thrown on the bed.
321203.
Should she try it again?
What if it's real this time?
Well.
Better not.
She had been tricked once already.
