Just when the temperature in the car was getting higher and hotter, suddenly, an annoying ringtone sounded.
"Ring ring ring..."
Baron Lawrence initially didn't want to bother, but the ringtone showed no sign of stopping, persistently disturbing the great atmosphere.
"SHI-T!"
Reluctantly, he unwillingly let go of Enna Clark, picked up the phone, and took a glance.
Unsure of who was calling, he saw the number and his handsome face turned grim, clearly showing impatience. Yet, for some unknown reason, he answered the call.
"Speak!"
The tone was domineering and impatient, like saying 'speak quickly, or shut up.'
Whatever was said on the other end made his expression increasingly sour. His brows furrowed tightly as if they could crush a fly, coldly saying, "Is your cerebellum underdeveloped or is your brain inherently problematic? You ask me about this? You can't dial Customer Service?"
His mouth showed no mercy, clearly indicating how annoying the caller was to him!
