He grimly pressed the answer button.
The person who had been persistently making the call finally got it answered and spoke very rudely.
"Why haven't you been answering the phone? Acting in a drama, could it really be so busy that you don't even have time to take a call?" Father Sampton's voice barely contained his anger, "Why are you helping Bright Sampton? He should be studying, not playing games. Don't you realize that he is ruining his future by doing this? Why did you give him your card? Are you deliberately going against the family?"
"Just to question her, so you keep calling her again and again?" James Black's voice was as cold as ice freshly chipped from an icehouse on a winter day, "Don't you know she works hard? Don't you know she's busy with work?"
"Is this James Black?" Father Sampton, recognizing the intimidating voice, instinctively lowered his, hurriedly picking up the mobile phone to check who he had called from his family.
