Hearing what Alice Turner said, Thomas Fisher's smile became even brighter, almost stretching from ear to ear, "That's a great idea, I wholeheartedly agree."
Thinking about watching her all night made him feel overjoyed.
"Agree your big head, you dummy."
Alice Turner raised her hand towards Thomas Fisher inside the phone, but when her hand touched the phone screen, she realized she couldn't actually hit him.
Seeing the bandages flash before his eyes, Thomas Fisher frowned, "Be careful with your injured hand."
His smile instantly froze, his tone urgent yet gentle.
"Knowing my hand is injured, you still tease me, you're such a bad person." Alice Turner pouted at the man in the phone; today, she hadn't taken care of her injured hand, not only using it to push the rascal but also using it to serve him coffee.
She originally thought she could get that rascal to agree to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her tomorrow, but in the end, she was tricked by him.
"Sigh!"
