章 684: Jealous

In the middle of the night the day after, Twain called Shania for almost the entire night. At first no one answered, and then it was simply---"Sorry the number you have dialed is not in service."

Twain was sure he had made Shania angry, but Twain was a little confused as to how he made her angry.

Was it because I brought a woman home? But Uncle Tony also wants to have his own life...

Well, if she hates the way I bring prostitutes home... I really should apologize.

Twain waited apprehensively with bloodshot eyes until the next morning.

in accordance with his bad habit, which had been criticized many times by Shania and remained unchanged, Twain read the latest newspapers while he ate breakfast.

He flipped open a tabloid focused on gossip of the stars. He sprayed the coffee that he had just drank all onto the papers. Not only did he choke and cough forcefully, he also coughed till he perspired. His shirt was drenched.