"Why do you miss her?" Zed Smith's hand holding the tea paused.
"I suddenly feel that she is poor!"
"Oh, then tell me, why is she poor?" Zed Smith took a sip of tea and asked expressionlessly.
Freda pretended to think about it seriously and said, "HMM... Falling in love with someone she shouldn't love."
"Do you think that she loves me?"
"Secretary White was on the phone with me on the spot. I heard clearly what you two were talking about. She even wanted to hold you and say love to you." Speaking of this, Freda picked up a pillow behind her and gently smashed it on his body.
Zed Smith quickly put the tea aside and caught her pillow with the other hand.
With a doting look on his face, Zed Smith put the pillow behind Freda. "It's not love, it's her obsession."
"Why do you say that?" Freda looked at him curiously.