Alfred Scott heard his sister's question and quickly put his phone into his pants pocket, "Just a sales call, don't worry about it."
"A sales call? A sales call makes you this nervous?" Mary Scott didn't believe her brother. She didn't think Alfred Scott was the type to get nervous over a sales call. She extended her hand toward Alfred Scott, "Give me the phone."
"It's really just a sales call, sis, don't be like this. I'm just experiencing life." Alfred Scott said with a dumb smile, trying to cover it up.
But Mary Scott was already suspicious of the call, and it was impossible for Alfred Scott to bluff past her. She stood up and looked sternly at her brother, "Give me the phone."
Her voice was clearly angry.
Since childhood, Alfred Scott relied on Mary Scott, and although he couldn't say he was completely obedient to her, he never dared to argue when she was angry. However, this time he was slow to hand over the phone to Mary Scott.
