However, Jodie Tanner panicked.
She didn't understand, what did he want her to call him?
After all, before this, Jameson Shaw had never made such a request; he always had her call him Third Brother directly.
Jodie swallowed, a bit anxious, suddenly not knowing how to respond to him.
"Jodie?"
His voice was still very gentle, but with a hint of hoarseness.
Instinctively, Jodie changed the subject: "Third Brother, what's wrong, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Jameson's phoenix eyes narrowed, his expression gradually turning cold, and he lowered his breaths.
"Jodie."
Jodie nodded, gripping the phone with one hand, her nails almost white, trying to keep her voice clear.
"Yes, I'm here, Third Brother."
Jameson took a deep breath, his voice becoming more and more indifferent: "I'm tired."
Jodie laughed, her voice sweet: "Good night, Third Brother, sweet dreams."
"Mm."
After Jameson hung up the phone, he was silent for a few seconds.
Crash—bang!
