"Lola, I miss you so much, can I see you?"

"It's Mr. Ainsley!!" Frankie Foster shouted in a hushed voice.

With a thud.

The chicken leg fell from Lola Hussey's hand.

Frankie Foster: Oh, such a waste of a chicken leg.

Hurriedly, he took a napkin to wipe Lola's mouth: "Hurry up, Lola. Mr. Ainsley's car is waiting for you outside."

From an initial daze, Lola quickly calmed down, grabbed Frankie's hand holding the napkin, and said: "Do this, go out and tell him that my scenes for these days are quite tight, and his appearance would disrupt my performance, so ask him to leave!!!"

"..."

Not quite getting it...

"Why, Lola? Your scenes today are almost over."

Frankie Foster was puzzled.

Lola really wanted to hit him on the head, "I haven't seen him since White Mountain, and you're asking me why? You dummy, of course, I'm hiding from him."

"Lola, why are you hiding from him? Isn't he your boyfriend?" Frankie Foster still couldn't understand.

This time Lola really hit him on the head.