"Hmm, I don't have a phone."
Flossie Wright shrugged, somewhat helpless.
"This..." Nigel Ferguson was at a loss for words.
How could it be that people nowadays, especially someone Flossie Wright's age, don't have a phone?
Even more exaggerated, he had seen Flossie Wright's phone before, an extremely luxurious brand not just anyone could afford.
Now—
Flossie Wright says she doesn't have a phone?
"I really don't." Flossie Wright spread her hands.
Nigel Ferguson scanned her from head to toe.
Only those jeans could fit a phone.
But, obviously, there wasn't one.
A bit suspicious, but not deeply suspicious.
Maybe, she really didn't have one.
Margaret, standing nearby, widened her eyes in shock, as if she had seen an alien, unable to hide her surprise.
Everything about Flossie Wright exceeded her imagination.
Noticing their incredulous stares, Flossie Wright thought for a moment, then asked Nigel Ferguson helplessly, "You haven't changed your number, right?"
"No."
