"Brother Curve, I finally have a chance to talk with you." Stella White said excitedly as she stood in front of Anton Cook, eyes filled with hope.
"I heard that your contract with the company has expired, and you chose not to renew it. Are you thinking about setting up your own studio? That could be nice, there is more freedom. I also want to be a part of your studio... I wonder if there's a chance for that."
"Ah~." Just as she finished speaking, Stella screamed, clutching her neck and turning around in anger.
Not far away, Sheila Cook was holding a freshly made snowball, about to throw it towards them. She froze, caught red-handed but not at all embarrassed. She smiled, "Oops, sorry sister, I meant to hit my uncle, but I accidentally hit you, are you alright?"
Nimbly, she wedged herself between Anton and Stella, standing in front of Anton, looked up at Stella and waved the large snowball in her hand.
