You are always joking

Tony’s eyes narrowed and he stopped walking up the stairs. Instead, he skirted around the coffee table and picked up Myra’s bag from the sofa before taking out her phone.

Although there was no caller ID, with Tony’s strong memory, he clearly knew who this number belonged to.

A frosty look flashed across his eyes. His thin lips twitched, then he swiped across the screen to answer the call and said blankly, “Hello?”

There was a strange silence on the other end. In an instant, the caller hung up.

A sardonic smile appeared on Tony’s face. He played with the phone for a while; his eyes were contemplative. Then, clutching the phone in his palm, he brought the bag of things upstairs to his bedroom.

Myra had already entered the bathroom, and the sound of water from inside was rather loud. Tony nonchalantly threw the bag onto the sofa in front of the bed, then fished out Myra’s phone and placed it on the bedside table before going to the next room to take a shower.

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