James Black glanced at Jane Sampson, who had a guilty look on her face, and chuckled, "No matter how busy, it's not like I can't find the time to pick you up from the airport and bring you home."
Jane Sampson raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose, muttering to herself.
Pff, before, when she couldn't make it home more than two or three times a year, wasn't it because he was too busy to find the time?
Men are so fickle; they change their minds in the blink of an eye.
Even though she grumbled about James Black all the way, Jane Sampson still happily took his hand and got into his car.
Once James Black started the car and headed home, Jane Sampson then asked him, "So, are you staying at home tonight, or are you going to drop me off and then return to the guard team?"
James Black didn't answer her, as if he hadn't heard, just seriously focused on driving.
