Jane Sampson held back her anger. Did this guy really take her words as a mission to execute? And even found a way to execute it—making a phone call?
"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask!" Jane said, huffing after she finished speaking.
"Otherwise, what do you want? Or tell me, when you miss me, how do you think of me?" James Black obviously heard the displeasure in Jane's words and seriously pressed on, showing an earnest desire to learn.
"Who... who misses you!" Jane erupted like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, "When I'm far away from you, I'm overjoyed every day. I'd have to be masochistic to miss you! I don't want to talk to you anymore, hanging up, hanging up!"
"If you dare hang up, I'll go back right now and throw away your ugly rabbit," James said coldly.
"..." Jane was stunned for a few seconds before regaining her composure, even more spirited than just now, "Throw it then! Didn't I say? I have money now, if you throw one, I'll buy a pair to replace it!"
