"Yeah, isn’t it just to avoid getting caught?" "Mm." Louis reached out his hand, "Give me your phone, you get a new SIM card, and use the new phone I gave you." "What," Louis said irritably, "Are you keeping the new phone to lay eggs with?" "I’ll save the contacts later." Little Patten handed over the phone, resigned. "Mm." Louis hummed, taking his phone. He saw Mia Ginger’s text come in and directly saved Bob Ginger’s phone number. Stuffed it into his pocket. Suddenly felt very happy. He met Bob Ginger under the guise of Wine, and to ensure he doesn’t get caught, he’d definitely have to frequently exchange information with Mia Ginger. It’s like someone delivering a pillow just as you want to sleep. And the one delivering the pillow, was the one he wanted to sleep with. Louis indulged in his wild thoughts, couldn’t help but smile, his heart filled with longing. Things were developing in a direction Mia Ginger hadn’t anticipated at all, so she naturally had no idea. She entered the dorm room. Sitting back in her chair, she started daydreaming. Remembering the things Zuri Ginger had said earlier. She actually didn’t doubt the authenticity of Zuri Ginger’s words, after all Lydia Williams had motives. Since Zoey Leaf betrayed them on the spot, she must have faced quite some severe reprimand from Old Master Jackson, with such a stubborn nature, she’d likely find someone to teach Zoey Leaf a lesson. Maybe the original orders didn’t necessarily mean to take Zoey Leaf’s life, but they directly led to her death. Zoey Leaf has already been buried, and the three men involved in the crime have been sentenced to prison. Things have already settled. Just with a few screenshots, or a few statements that aren’t enough as evidence, how could it affect Lydia Williams? Zuri Ginger won’t testify in court, and Marianne Jackson won’t admit to the screenshots. It’s already too late. Her thoughts were still a bit scattered. Mia Ginger took a deep breath, simply grabbed some yarn and climbed onto Windsor Myres’s bed. Sunday arrived quickly. At eight in the morning, Mia Ginger had breakfast. Check latest chapters at novel•fire.net Sitting in the living room waiting for Bob Ginger. More than half an hour passed, and Bob Ginger was still dawdling and hadn’t come down. Mia Ginger thought for a moment, checked the time, and simply walked upstairs to find him in his room. Bob Ginger was changing clothes, and upon seeing her enter, almost as if seeing a savior, he excitedly said, "Sis, which one do you think I should wear? How about this white sweater with a base shirt?" "..." Mia Ginger gave him a speechless glance, looking at the pile of clothes on the bed, "What’s all this? It’s not like you’re going on a date, you’ve skipped breakfast to try clothes all morning?" "Yeah." Bob Ginger nodded seriously, "Didn’t I tell you? I especially teacher of mine." "That’s too much, it’s exaggerated." "I don’t think it’s exaggerated at all." Bob Ginger raised his eyebrows and smiled, "But when he sees you, he’ll definitely be happy. Haha, he likes to read your novels." "Let’s hope so." Mia Ginger shrugged. "How about this one?" Bob Ginger pulled out a gray sweater, comparing it against himself, waiting for her opinion. "Then go with white, it looks good too." "Mm, I’ll listen to you." As soon as Bob Ginger’s words fell, he dashed into the dressing room to change clothes, and before he could change, popped his head out to ask, "Did you finish knitting the scarf you were making for me?"