"Hello, who is it?"
"Tiffany, you finally answer the phone. I f*****g thought you were dead."
Tiffany recognized the owner of the voice and shivered in fear. She remembered that yesterday, Timothy was worried about her and wanted to fly over from where he worked.
"Tim, where are you now?"
"I am in the hotel you're staying in, but where are you? Your assistant is indeed tight-lipped. No matter how I ask her, she won't tell me." Beside him, there was a faint cry of Yoyo, and it was extremely miserable.
She apologized to Yoyo in her heart and said, "Don't be angry. She really doesn't know where I am."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm..."
Tiffany touched her chin guiltily, hemmed and hawed, not daring to say anything. Timothy instantly noticed that something was wrong and asked coldly again,
