This theory-based lip service has become much better, right!
"Tell me, what's up?" Thomas Shannon leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, looking down.
He dared not flatter himself that she called just because she missed him.
Sophie Sullivan leaned on the sofa, hugging a cushion, her voice muffled, "I'm bored, chat with me."
"I'm in a meeting."
"Is the meeting more important or am I more important?"
This coquettish attitude truly made Thomas Shannon's heart blossom with delight.
He laughed softly, almost choking on smoke, "What did you say? Say it again."
"If you didn't hear it, then forget it. Anyway, I don't care, chat with me."
"Play with Gaby, be good."
"Gaby is asleep."
"What about Harry?"
"Do you want me to bring the phone closer so you can hear Harry's snoring?"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
So, because Gaby and Harry are asleep, she thought of him?
For some reason, being ranked after two animals made Thomas Shannon feel quite peeved.
"Does it have to be me?"
