Chapter 2721 - 2739: Fat Fish

Netizen: Little Jane, you haven’t taken your Investor Black out for a walk in a long time. When are you going to bring him out for us to see?

Netizen: Little Jane, have you gone crazy playing around? When will you take on a new drama? I’m really looking forward to it!

Netizen: Seeing Little Jane happy makes me relieved. Our Little Jane shouldn’t be affected by shameless companies like Lancaster’s wood business. As a loyal fan of Jane Sampson, I hereby boycott Lancaster’s wood business forever. Even if I have to sleep on the floor, I’ll never choose any product from a company under Lancaster’s wood business.

Netizen: That’s right, even if I have to sleep on a tree stump, I’d never become a consumer of Lancaster’s wood business.

Netizen: Boycotting Lancaster’s wood business starts with me.

In just a few minutes, Jane Sampson’s fans started boycotting Lancaster’s wood business in the comment section.

However, Jane Sampson didn’t know this. After posting on Twitter, she put her mobile phone away without checking the comments from yesterday underneath her Twitter, nor did she refresh to see the comments underneath her Twitter.

"Beep Beep." Across the road, a black Maserati sports car stopped over there and honked twice in the direction of Jane Sampson.

Jane Sampson turned her head to look and saw the car window slowly roll down. Douglas Chip poked half of his head out from inside the car, shouting to her, "Little Jane, Little Jane."

Jane Sampson walked her Great General over to Douglas, circling around his gemstone blue car, "Whoa, a new car."

"Bought it over a month ago, how’s that a new car?" Douglas Chip rubbed his nose tip, "Not really, not really, but hey, Little Jane, you’ve gotten quite a bit fatter, haven’t you? Can’t call you Little Jane anymore, gotta call you Fat Fish."

Jane Sampson immediately puffed up like a pufferfish, lifting her leg to kick the Maserati’s tire.

"So angry, huh? What’s the use of kicking the tire, the tire won’t cry out in pain, isn’t the one hurting your foot?" Douglas Chip teased Jane Sampson, "Last time I came back and didn’t get to see you, I heard the Old Sir say you got pregnant and finally put on some weight. But wow, you’ve gotten way too unrestrained with it."

"Did you stop your car just to mock me for being fat?" Jane Sampson angrily put her hands on her hips and shouted back full of vigor, "I’m not fat at all! I’m just at a perfectly healthy weight now! Unlike you, so skinny there’s hardly any meat on you, you look terrible."

"Oh wow, such anger from embarrassment. I call this looking slim in clothes and having meat when not dressed, I’ve got a great body, you this married woman won’t have the chance to admire my devilish physique, I’ve got abdominal muscles too." Douglas Chip shook his head with a clicking sound, wearing an expression of regret for her.

"James Black has abdominal muscles too, my man’s body is a hundred times better than yours." Jane Sampson proudly raised her eyebrows and looked at Douglas, "You, white-cut chicken."

White-cut chicken Douglas’s knees felt a bit sore.

"Comparing me to James Black, that beast, is just pointless." Douglas waved his hand, "That’s it, I won’t tease you, Fat Fish, anymore. Just now, I saw Emily Lancaster at the doorway. She said she wanted to see you and asked me to tell you. So when I saw you, I specifically stopped the car to tell you, don’t walk with the dog towards the doorway or else she’ll see you and latch onto you."

Jane Sampson thought Douglas was going to say that when he saw her, he specifically stopped the car to relay a message, saying Emily Lancaster was waiting at the doorway wanting to see her.

Unexpectedly, Douglas’s talk shifted too quickly, leaving Jane Sampson dumbfounded.