Jane Sampson nodded, then suddenly shook her head, her face drooping as she looked at James Black.
"What's wrong?" The change in Jane Sampson's expression was too obvious for James Black to not notice.
"Your comment, why do I feel like it's like that popular line from the internet?" Jane Sampson scratched her head, leaning in close to James Black, and said softly, "Just by looking at your old-fashioned self, I knew you wouldn't know which line I'm talking about."
"You tell me." James Black raised his eyebrows.
Jane Sampson immediately laughed and didn't forget to tease James Black, "I knew you wouldn't have heard of it."
After teasing James Black, Jane Sampson cleared her throat and said, "If you leave, I won't send you off; if you come, no matter the storm, I will come to welcome you."
After saying that, Jane Sampson patted James Black on the shoulder, "See, it's similar, isn't it?"
