Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Sound didn't get the shrimp. She went upstairs, packed her schoolbag and put on her coat.

She wanted to go back to school and didn't want to stay with Sampson for even a second.

Her stomach rumbled, and Sound paused. She touched her stomach, thinking of the delicious dinner on the table, and thinking of Sampson robbing her of that shrimp. She made up her mind to go to school.

When Sound went downstairs with her schoolbag on her back, Amya said, "Sound, are you also going to school now?"

Also? Sound looked around the living room, and the dining room. Sampson wasn't here!

She asked suspiciously, "Did Sampson leave?"

"Yes." Amya continued, "Sampson went to school first. You haven't had dinner yet. You can leave after dinner. Since your evening class begins at 7:30, you still have time."

Sound's stomach growled again, and she pursed her lips.

She guessed that Sampson wouldn't be far away from here now, and she might meet him on the way. Therefore, she decided to go after dinner.

She put down her schoolbag and sat back at the table. She glanced at the food on the table, but it seemed that Sampson didn't eat those dishes except for the braised potato and beef brisket.

That was Sampso

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"Ahem!" Clenching his throat, Reid coughed hard. He stared at Giacomo who entered the classroom and glanced at Sampson from the corner of his eyes.

Sampson raised his head and saw Giacomo. Then he put away his phone unhurriedly.

As soon as Giacomo came in, there was a dead silence in the class, so Reid's cough was particularly loud.

Giacomo looked at Reid sharply. "What? Do you catch a cold or report to someone?"

Reid pretended to be a good boy. Then he coughed again. "It's raining. I might catch a cold."

"Really?" Giacomo didn't believe it. He looked at Reid's face which was faintly red because of the excessive coughing and said, "I don't think so. You look good. Did you feel guilty?"

"No, it's impossible." Reid forced a smile.

"No?" Giacomo walked to the side of Reid, squinted and stretched out a hand. "Hand it over."

With his heart in his throat, Reid pretended not to understand. "What?"

"Stop quibbling. Hand over your phone!"

Having been a head teacher for so many years, Giacomo could guess many things without even thinking. He took away Reid's phone and said, "Ask your parents over to get it."

Reid wanted to cry. As expected, aged ginger was more pungent!