His Name Is James

After Josephine got off the car, Zena turned her head and looked at the passenger seat where Josephine had just sat. A hint of disgust flashed across her eyes. In fact, she had always looked down on Josephine, because Josephine was mean and uncultured. However, such a mean and uncultured woman actually helped her a lot. How ironic it was! She pulled out a few wipes and wanted to wipe the passenger seat, but her phone rang at this moment. As soon as she saw the caller ID, she frowned unconsciously. It was so annoying! "What's wrong?" She said with rage, "I told you not to call me anymore!" The person said something on the phone, and then Zena narrowed her eyes in anger. After taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I'll come over. But I really hope it's the last time, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless to you!" After that, she slammed down the phone angrily and threw it on the seat fiercely. She was so mad that her face was twisted.  Once she did something