Chapter 167 Myra, You’re Always Joking

• Tony’s eyes narrowed and he stopped walking up the stairs. Instead, he skirted around the coffee table and picked up Myra’s bag from the sofa before taking out her phone.
• Although there was no caller ID, with Tony’s strong memory, he clearly knew who this number belonged to.
• A frosty look flashed across his eyes. His thin lips twitched, then he swiped across the screen to answer the call and said blankly, “Hello?”