"I didn't expect you to have Braden's number."
Shirley was a little surprised.
In her memory, Braden was cold and distant. He wasn't a kind one. He usually wouldn't give people his phone number, not to mention help get someone a job.
Shirley thought, Roland is my uncle, so Braden is showing some special care.
As Roland called Braden, he said with pride, "That's right. I am his elder. And we can be considered a family. He will still give me some face!"
Unfortunately, Roland was soon slapped in the face.
The phone rang for a long time. There was no one answering it. When he called again, the call was directly cut off.
Shirley crossed her arms and couldn't help but laugh. "I can see that you really have a lot of faces!"
"Ahem, ahem!"