"If I could stop it, I wouldn't be calling you... I'm just giving you a heads up." Butler Wang sighed.
Hearing this, Sean Morgan showed a bit of helplessness, coughed lightly, then looked at Noah Drexler and replied.
"I understand."
The call had just ended when the phone in Noah Drexler's pants pocket suddenly vibrated.
He reached for his phone, and when he saw the caller ID, his expression paused.
This name had been in his phone for two years, but it had never appeared on his screen.
"Hello!" The next second, he accepted the call and brought it to his ear.
"Noah Drexler, it's me..." a cautious voice came from the phone.
"I made chicken soup. Can I bring it to you later?"
After she finished speaking, Noah Drexler didn't immediately respond, neither agreeing nor rejecting.
"I promise, I'll just bring you a bowl of chicken soup, I won't disturb your work. Please let me come..." Seeing he didn't respond, Summer Shawcross quickly spoke again, quietly begging.
