"Is it curiosity? Or are you trying to figure out the punishment for your next offense in advance?" James Black's voice dipped slightly, "Jane Sampson, I'm not joking with you."
James chuckled coldly, "After your next offense, you'll get only one buck of pocket money per day."
"One buck?" Jane's voice suddenly rose, "One buck isn't even enough to buy a pack of Long spicy strips. Do you have to be so ruthless?"
This remark came out of Jane's mouth impulsively. After saying it, she instantly realized she'd said something she shouldn't have. She quickly covered her mouth and cautiously looked up to observe James's expression.
Sure enough, someone's face darkened another shade.
"I was just joking around to lighten the mood," Jane grinned ingratiatingly, her small white teeth showing, "Eating spicy strips causes pimples. I care a lot about preserving my unparalleled beauty."
And then her forehead got flicked by James again.
