Mrs. Shannon swatted his hand away with a proud face, "My husband has already praised me."
"Then your son is praising you again, Mrs. Shannon, you look extremely beautiful today! Just like a fairy."
After saying that, before Mrs. Shannon could beat him, Thomas Shannon slipped away like a greased foot.
......
The night was like spilled ink, the autumn wind blew outside in gusts.
Adding a touch of desolation to this lonely night.
Thomas Shannon was sleepless alone, he took out his mobile phone, looked at it, and ultimately did not receive a call from Sophie Sullivan.
"Heartless little rascal." He cursed softly and resignedly called Sophie.
The proud Miss Cecilia Branford decisively hung up his call.
Dare to hang up on him?!
Thomas Shannon was so angry he immediately sat up, frowned, and called again.
Called once, hung up once.
Sophie was even faster than him, he couldn't keep up with how quickly she hung up.
