When I took a look at him, he just looked better and greeted me subconsciously, "Miss Miller."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

My expression also changed. I knew that this greeting must have been heard by the person on the other end of the line.

Bill walked quickly to me.

"You don't have an umbrella? Where is your car? I'll drive you there first."

Then he was about to open the umbrella in his hand.

"No, thanks. I'm still waiting."

Bill nodded and stood beside me.

I really don't want to see Penn. He won't come down...