Chapter 66 Miss Jojo, What Are You Doing Here?

• In that instant, Jojo felt like her legs were encased in lead. Shawn's words faded into a distant buzz, barely registering in her mind. She quickly retreated to her room, brushing past Anne's cheerful greeting in the living room without a second glance.
• It wasn't until Shawn entered the living room, shrouded in a chill with a stern frown, that Anne approached him. She sighed and addressed him, "Mr. Lawson, did you argue with Miss Jojo again? Women are like delicate flowers—they need gentle care and attention."
• "Who said I argued with her?" Shawn narrowed his eyes.