He quickly took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw—bright!
"This brat is not done yet. Didn't we make it clear? If he doesn't want to go, then he won't. Why is he still bothering me? What a damn tracing missile!"
I pressed hard on the hang-up button and gave him a rejection method that could be understood without a word. He must have a high IQ.
In less than ten seconds, the phone became noisy again and some people began to look over here. I quickly held the phone and hid under the table board to hang up. But in the next second and the next second, the phone kept ringing. My thumb tried hard to have close contact with the screen button many times. There were still many people looking over. Alas, I really wanted to hit my head with the phone and break it.
The more I looked at him
