She didn't dare lose her composure in front of her younger sister, afraid of affecting her sister's mood, so she hurriedly left her sister's room and returned to her own.
She sat in a daze for a long time, holding back tears for quite a while, finally mustering the courage to grab her phone and call Little Ben.
In front of her eyes, Little Ben was always wearing a gray English wool suit, a blue and black woven cashmere scarf wrapped around his neck, standing steadily on London Bridge gazing into the distance... At that moment, within the lens of light and shadow, he was radiant.
Anyway, Little Ben returning to her sister's studio was all because of her. Now that it was all over, she owed him an explanation.
Moreover, she had promised to pay Little Ben a salary. But until now, she hadn't managed to transfer the money to him.
Simply because he had never given her his account number.
Yet she called him countless times, clearly the line was connected, but Ben Shaming didn't answer.
