"Even if you set it to vibrate, you should have heard it."
"I didn't want to answer."
"What? Used me and then cast me aside after crossing the river, huh.
Faye Townsend, you really can do it, and here I was just worried about you."
Faye Townsend frowned: "Thank you, I didn't know you would worry about me.
Because didn't I tell you before? I'm not that weak.
So your worry about me is completely unnecessary."
"Do you think the toughness you're forcing yourself to show is true strength?
NO, in my eyes, you're very weak."
Faye Townsend looked at Oliver Turner, puzzled.
What's he getting angry about?
"Fine, I'm very weak, now, the very weak Faye Townsend wants to rest for a while.
Director Turner, thank you for taking me to the banquet today.
Now, you can make a perfect exit."
As she finished speaking and was about to close the door, Oliver Turner lifted his hand to block it.
Faye Townsend felt annoyed: "Is there something else?"
