Fristy Davis smiled and nodded, assuring that she would definitely call.
After he left, Fristy Davis quickly crawled out of bed. She hurriedly grabbed her mobile phone and dialed the number for Rose City.
"Hello, it's me, Fristy... Oh, nothing much, just wondering how things are at home, and how Uncle and Auntie are doing."
"Could you call Uncle for me? I haven't talked to him in a long time..."
After a while, a servant from the Davis Family brought Mr. Davis to the phone.
Fristy Davis heard Mr. Davis's voice: "Fristy, why are you calling at this hour? Is there something wrong?"
Fristy Davis tightened her grip on the phone. In the entire Davis Family, the only person she could rely on was Uncle Davis.
She had to win his sympathy. Fristy Davis took a deep breath and deliberately made herself sound as if she had been crying, with a nasal tone, "Uncle... I just miss home..."
"Child, what's wrong... Has something happened?"
