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Faced with her form of address, Yves King had the impulse to throw her off the roof. If she wasn't ill, he'd want to grab her by the ear and give her a good lesson in health and hygiene.
Seeing Yves King with a stern face, Faye Owen felt much better, and her spirits lifted surprisingly. At the very least, the foggy feeling in her mind eased, and her discomfort lessened significantly.
In order to successfully divert her anger and not be driven to the point of frustration by Faye's antics, Yves King had to wrack his brains and spent great efforts to say, "Speaking of the past, something interesting came to mind. This morning, I ran into an old classmate whom I haven't seen in over ten years. It was a woman."
"A female classmate?" Faye's smile faded slightly, and she pouted, "Yves, are you trying to make me mad on purpose? Making me regret making you take the bus?"
"What's the rush?" Yves King smiled and said, "I'm just telling you some gossip."