For the question Old Master Black raised, Brooke Black gave a negative response.
Old Master Black scoffed, his face full of contempt, "A company that can't even manage such a small thing is bound to fail eventually."
Brooke Black touched the tip of her nose and suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She stood there, looking at Old Master Black for a few seconds and then continued to set up a Twitter account for him. Once registered, she returned his mobile phone to him and went back upstairs herself. At the hotel, Jane Sampson had, much to Bright Sampton's delight, chatted with his teammates on WhatsApp for a while. A group of boys about Bright Sampton's age screamed in excitement through their phones. The few who had helped Bright Sampton move stuff out last time were even more crazily lamenting the missed opportunity to shake hands and take a group photo with the Goddess Sampton.
