Owen Moreland watched Amelia Clarke enter the dormitory gate and disappear around the corner before he turned to walk back.
His cell phone suddenly rang, and he took it out to look; it was a call from Ann Chapman.
As soon as he swiped to answer, Ann Chapman's excited voice came through from the other side, "Did the girl cry from being moved?"
Owen Moreland pinched a cigarette into his mouth with one hand and took out a lighter to ignite it, exhaling a puff of smoke as he spoke indifferently, "You sure have the leisure to worry about this."
Ann Chapman chuckled and said, "I'm just anxious for you. It's not enough to just discipline the girl; you have to coax her too. A little surprise and romance every now and then. You've left her hanging for several days; isn't it time to give a slap and then a sweet date? By the way, it cost US$ 80,465 tonight, when will you give it to me?"