Juliana Lewis looked at intercepting the mailbox, but finally ignored it.

She already knew Stewart Morris, and the more indifferent she was, the more anxious he became, and the more he would reveal things to himself.

Sure enough, after a while, Stewart Morris's phone came.

Once or twice, Juliana Lewis pressed the phone off.

The third time, Juliana Lewis answered the phone. His voice was crisp but polite: "Hello, I'm Juliana Lewis. Who are you?"

Stewart Morris frowned at the polite voice of landing wine. "I'm Stewart Morris."

Juliana Lewis gave a polite voice, which suddenly cooled down. "What can I do for Mr. Mu?"

Stewart Morris: "Juliana Lewis, I...