"Logan, don't be mad, don't be mad at Ava. Ava knows she was wrong. Ava is calling Sister Titus. She seems to have been drinking. You should go check on her, hurry!" Ava Charles got up from the sofa, and although her movements were clumsy, she still hurriedly shuffle-walked towards Logan Ray.
A tear-stained little face, pouting yet trying hard to lift the corners of her lips.
Logan sighed and placed his slender hand on Ava's hair, "Silly girl, I'm not mad."
"But Sister Titus has been drinking, it's so noisy on the phone, it seems like there are a lot of men…" A kind-hearted woman, still worried about Titus at this time.
Logan's expression changed suddenly, and he took the cell phone Ava handed over to him, pressed it against his ear, listened carefully, and tentatively spoke.
"Titus?"
"Is she needed for something?" From the receiver, a man's voice, slightly sinister, carried an icy distance, Logan furrowed his brows, asking alertly, "Who are you?"
