Mia Sutton stared at the red exclamation mark for a full minute, then took a deep breath and threw her phone onto the bed with a bang.
Forget it, let it all end!
She already anticipated the outcome!
Lying on the bed for a while, the phone she had just tossed aside started ringing. Exhausted, Mia picked it up without even checking who it was and answered it.
"Hello..."
"Hello, Mia..." The moment she spoke, the person on the other end did too.
Mia paused, blinked, and looked at the phone—oh, oh, contract husband!
Then she switched the phone to her other hand and adjusted herself into a more comfortable position before saying:
"Mr. Sterling, I was just about to call you. Why did you come to the show? Was your trip back alright? Did any fans block you?"
When she expressed concern, she was never at a loss for words; they just spilled out like beans.
