Mia Moreland talked about her plan, her eyes gleaming bright enough to be used as light bulbs.
The elevator doors opened at the first floor.
Viola Harris helped Amelia Clarke to walk out of the elevator.
Amelia Clarke's phone rang, she took it out from her bag to check, and it was Owen Moreland's call.
She answered, "Hello, Owen." The girl's voice unconsciously carried a smile and a playful tone.
"Haven't returned home yet?" A deep and magnetic male voice came from the phone, sounding very pleasant.
Amelia Clarke laughed, "I'll be home soon, are you home yet?"
"Yes."
"Then wait for me, I'll be home soon."
"No rush, let Mr. Clark drive slowly."
"Okay, I know, gotta hang up now."
After ending the call, Amelia Clarke chuckled and put away her phone.
"My brother really cares about you." Mia Moreland said with some envy.
Amelia Clarke smiled.