"Jose Floyd, what are you doing?"
Jose Floyd ignored Nicole's expression of rejection, directly stuffing her into the front passenger seat of the car. He got in, locked the door, and his actions were as swift as lightning.
Jose Floyd was driving and dialing a phone number on his phone. Nicole was a bit upset being forced into the car and didn't want to face Jose Floyd, her gaze falling on the snowy scenery outside the window.
"Get it ready, I'm coming over now—" Jose Floyd coldly said into the phone, then turned to look at the person in the passenger seat. His voice was still cold, but softer than when he spoke on the phone, "What would you like to eat?"
Nicole's gaze returned, looking back at Jose Floyd, her expression complicated, "No need, I'll go home..."
"Prepare spicy hot pot, I'll be there in half an hour." Jose Floyd directly ignored Nicole, his gaze shifting forward as he instructed the person on the phone, coldly hanging up the call.
