At the banquet, Carl had been holding his phone for a long time, which caught the attention of Mr.Cromwell. After all, this young man never usually carried his phone around.
"Whose business is so important that you're paying so much attention?" Mr.Cromwell raised an eyebrow.
Carl smiled lightly, "It's not business, it's a friend."
Saying that, he swiped open the screen, and his eyes darkened suddenly. His long fingers moved slightly, and his usually indifferent expression showed a subtle change.
Saint VIP Jenkins : "I sent it earlier."
Soon, a reply came.
"I didn't receive it. It's probably because the account was frozen, and the message got stuck too. Can you send it again?"
Send it again?
Carl gently rubbed his phone, not responding immediately. He still remembered the heaviness
