"What! Elder Wendleton, you want Basil Jaak to answer the call? Oh, okay." Fiona Turner glared at Basil Jaak fiercely, reluctantly handing the phone to him, "Hmm, Elder Wendleton wants you to answer the call. I have no idea what he's thinking."
Basil Jaak ignored Fiona Turner's rolling eyes and took the fiery red phone from her hand.
"Basil Jaak, how long has it been since we last spoke on the phone?" Elder Wendleton asked Basil Jaak.
Basil Jaak casually replied, "I don't remember, anyway, I have not received any calls from you since I went to Africa."
Elder Wendleton recalled and sighed, "Ah yes, three years have flashed by. In the past, when you took Bullet and the others to Africa, it was me who personally signed the approval."
Basil Jaak sneered, "As long as you have not forgotten, that's good."
