"Mr. Carter, can I beat up your good friend?" Jane Sampson was so angry she was almost bursting at the seams.
James Carter was also fiddling with his mobile phone, heard Jane's comment, lifted his head slightly—a minor gesture, thought for a moment, and replied, "Suit yourself."
"Come on, it's just a joke. How can a young girl have such a fiery temper?" Kendal Smith stared at James Carter's cane for a few seconds, only breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that James had no intention of using it. After all, the lethality of James's cane was not any less than that of the Old Sir's walking stick back at home.
"But speaking of which, I'm really curious, how did you end up marrying James Black? That guy has always been like that since we were kids, how could any girl like him? Are you ladies' brains filled with cement? So you like men who are both stiff and cold?"
