The old cat was suddenly speechless, they were brothers after all, and now she was starting to threaten him.
After a few seconds of silence, he exhaled, "Let Thomas talk to you, he's the company decision-maker."
Claire Green sneered slightly, "Suit yourself."
The old cat glanced at her, picked up the phone and called Thomas, explained the situation, and then hung up.
The two remained silent after that, the old cat had a lot he wanted to ask, but when he met Claire Green's gaze, the questions got stuck in his throat, and it felt quite uncomfortable.
Claire Green looked at his expression, raised an eyebrow, "Just say if you want to go to the toilet."
The girl's voice was a bit hoarse, with a trace of laziness.
The old cat was stunned for a moment, then said irritably, "Who told you I wanted to go to the toilet."
"That indescribable expression of yours," Claire Green teased, curling her lips at him.
What indescribable, it was clearly the expression of a thinker.
