As the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear, Claire Green's phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the number, instinctively turned her head, and saw Julian Sia looking at her leisurely.
"Why isn't Claire answering?"
The man barely curled his lips, his voice calm and magnetic, as if asking casually.
Claire Green leaned back in the chair, lifted her eyelids, and casually turned off the phone. "It's just an unfamiliar number."
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, his eyes obscure, and he said nonchalantly, "Is that so?"
Recalling similar situations before, Julian Sia unconsciously pursed his lips; the child's secrets seemed to be quite many.
Claire Green changed to a comfortable sitting position, crossing her hands on the table, appearing lazy and carefree.
Her beautiful cheeks bore a playful smile, her eyebrows and lips curling, "Does brother not believe me?"
"How could I not, I believe everything Claire says."
