If someone usually dared to talk to Winston like this, they would probably have been shot in the head by him already.
But Joan Wellington, chattering away on the phone, went on and on to Winston endlessly.
The man, however, continued to hold the phone with one hand, his elbow resting on the car window, a faint smile at the corner of his lips, patiently listening till the end.
When Joan Wellington finally got tired of talking.
Winston's deep, magnetic voice came through the phone: "Joan, have a drink if you're tired. Remember, drink hot water, don't go for the cold. After you drink, check your cell phone."
Joan Wellington's chatter was completely useless, like hitting cotton.
However, she was already used to Winston's way of dealing with things.
Who made her marry such a cold-faced ice mountain man, who spoke and acted like a wind-up robot?
Luckily, when he faced her, the icy shell would crack.
