Speak of the devil, and the devil appears.
Just as Basil Jaak mentioned Amanda, a gorgeous silhouette suddenly appeared at the entrance of the office.
"Jaak, is it really you?" The beauty stood at the door, looking at Basil Jaak sitting on the sofa and shouted. Although Basil Jaak had his back to her, that familiar figure was recognized by Amanda at first sight.
So many times yearning and longing, so many times worrying and missing, when Basil Jaak slowly turned around to face her, Amanda could not hold back her excited emotions; her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and a river of tears had already formed on her delicate face.
Did she cry tears of joy?
Couldn't help herself?
Seeing her tear-streaked face, Basil Jaak couldn't help but feel heartache.
"It's me, I'm back." Basil Jaak gently nodded, a few simple words, two sentences, yet at this moment, they surpassed a thousand words.
