Notebooks, trash cans, material books, pens, teacups, and chairs. Everything that could be kicked or smashed was destroyed by him, one by one.
“Ah!" Bernard raised his head and screamed, as he was furious.
Right then, the phone rang. He turned his head to look. The phone had already been thrown to the floor, and he had even stepped on it. The screen had cracked.
The caller ID was “vicious woman”. It was Fiora who was calling.
Bernard suppressed his anger and picked the phone up from the floor. He answered it laboriously and said nothing.
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