Alex Brock sat in his office chair, his eyes repeatedly falling on his phone, which had a black screen. He knew he was waiting for Max Andrews to call.
He lost her cell phone, but as long as she was willing to give in, there was a way to get in touch with him.
But a week later, she didn't send a message or call.
Good, very good! He had plenty of time to fight with her, and one day he would pull out all her thorns.
He knocked out a cigarette irritably, and before he lit it, his cell phone rang.
With a cigarette finger, he leaned over and fished his cell phone into his hand, but frowned.
The caller ID on the screen is Edward Andrews.
“old Mr. Andrews。” Marriage to Max Andrews is not his wish, and he will not call the word "grandpa".
"Alex, why is no one answering Max's cell phone?" E
