James Black, stationed with the guard team, chuckled as he heard the stream of complaints from his young wife on the phone.
" No wonder it took so long to pick up." Just thinking about Jane Sampson's clumsy manner, James thought it a pity that he still hadn't seen her in that state.
It must have been quite amusing.
That kind of mockery did not need to be described in words. With just that gentle remark, Jane felt the emotion in James's tone.
"Hmph! I think you did it on purpose. These gloves aren't even from my wardrobe. Where on earth did you get them? You definitely did it on purpose!" Jane was so annoyed she felt like biting James twice.
But since he was so far from her, there was no way she could actually bite him. So, she could only huff a couple of times for him to hear.
"The studio has been established, and it's called Jane Joy, with the 'Joy' pronounced 'yue'," James said, "All the procedures are completed, so from now on, you are your own boss."
