His tone suddenly became heavy, "Don't worry, I won't let you keep cooking here for others."
"Yes, I want to cook for my child."
Ding Ma was truly inspired, writing the word "child," which shocked herself. Her mind froze for a moment, her temple throbbed.
Little Ding pretended as if nothing had happened, crumpling the paper she wrote on into a ball, burning it under a flickering flame...
...
Front yard.
Ruth Upperton called Julian Johnsons five times, including the Team Leader's office phone, all went unanswered.
She sighed heavily, "Julian doesn't care about his grandma anymore..."
Bertha Marley was by her side, comforting her, "Grandma, maybe the Team Leader is busy."
"Busy?"
Ruth Upperton sounded as if she heard a joke, laughing out loud, "Now he's just all about Isabella, he doesn't know about serious work anymore!"
"It's work hours now, the Team Leader might be in a meeting." Bertha Marley behaved like an obedient child, adamantly refusing to gossip.
