It's Julian Spencer's birthday so soon?
Nora Smith thought sideways for a moment, as if it were true.
She couldn't help feeling a little headache.
Because every year on Julian Spencer's birthday, he would confess to her.
Although Nora Smith politely refused every time and made it very clear to him, Julian Spencer still persevered.
"Nora Smith?" Seeing the silence on the other end of the phone, Julian Spencer asked nervously, "What's wrong with you, Nora Smith? Are you still there?"
"I'm listening, I'll be there." Nora Smith said faintly.
"When the time comes, I will tell you a good news." At the thought of seeing Nora Smith in two days, Julian Spencer's lips rose slightly involuntarily, and his face softened a lot.
"OK, see you then." Hang up the phone, Nora Smith rubbed his eyebrows, wondering what Julian Spencer meant by good news.
As long as you don't confess to her again.
Nora Smith held the steering wheel tightly in both hands and sped all the way to the airport.