Dian Deacon's face fell immediately.
"Give it to me." Flossie Wright's voice was cold. When her mother frowned, she directly took the mobile phone, walked to the French windows before speaking to the person on the phone, "What is it?"
However, Flossie's father, who had anxiously wanted her to answer the phone, started accusing her immediately, "Flossie Wright, what's the matter with you? Can't you even call your father?"
"What is it?"
There was a pause before Flossie asked again, her voice was unflappable, and there was no hint of astonishment, as if the person on the phone couldn't draw any of her attention.
Apparently feeling Flossie's indifference, the voice of her father paused for a moment, then came erupted slightly, "There's a gathering today, why aren't you here?"
"I don't want to." Flossie gave a concise answer.
