Alexander Forest, what a miserable guy.
Having a childhood friend like James Black is really pitiful.
Relying on James Black for comfort is worse than relying on a donkey.
"What else needs to be done? I'll help you." James Black reached out to rub Jane Sampson's head, "Don't curse me in your mind."
Jane Sampson instinctively touched her own face.
Was her expression just now that obvious?
Does this guy have mind-reading skills? How does he know?
"Hehehe." A guilty Jane Sampson shook her head to flick off the hand on her head, "I wasn't cursing you in my heart just now, I was just thinking about whether to make the fish braised in soy sauce or spicy."
"Braised in soy sauce." James Black made the decision, "You can't handle spicy."
"But Oscar Wilson likes spicy food." Jane Sampson said.
