Thinking about it is really driving me crazy, Yvonne just felt like her head was splitting.
At this moment, Yvonne's mobile phone suddenly rang. She glanced at the incoming call and saw it was her own father. She sighed and leaned against the dressing room's cabinet door to answer the call, "Professor Fisher, what orders do you have this time?"
"Shirley, give me Hill's phone number. I have some questions to discuss with him."
"Dad, Zachary Armstrong doesn't know anything at all. Don't listen to his nonsense and get fooled by him." Yvonne couldn't help but retort.
"You child, how can you talk like that? I think Hill treats you well, but you always look so miserable. Do you know how old you are? If you keep going like this, you can forget about getting married in this life!"
"What's wrong with being alone? I'm living well on my own, free and easy, doing whatever I want!"
"Alright, alright, I don't have time to waste words with you. Hurry up and give me Hill's phone number."
