"Impossible." Boris Lewis said without thinking, "She won't."
How much Ziana Scott likes him, he knows best, with her talent, she is not willing to block him at all.
Boris Lewis raised his eyebrows, and confidently dialed again, this time there was still a cold notification tone.
He threw the phone on the table with a cold face, stared at it for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Nell Taylorr! Give me your phone!"
Nell Taylor hurriedly presented the phone respectfully.
Boris Lewis used his mobile phone to dial Ziana Scott's number, and after ringing for two seconds, he was quickly connected.
"Which one?" The lazy female voice, if not Ziana Scott, who else could it be?
Boris Lewis gritted his teeth and asked, "Ziana Scott, who told you to block me?"
The roaring male voice, coming through the microphone, almost shattered the eardrums.
Such a violent man, the only one in my memory.