Hearing this, Wayne just nodded.
***
After breakfast, Isabelle sat on the sofa with her phone, absorbed in something for hours.
Seeing that she seemed busy, George didn't disturb her. After a long wait, he finally couldn't resist and sat down next to her, asking, "What are you looking at?"
Isabelle handed him her phone.
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