Chapter 1208 - 1216: Strange Arrival

Old Master Black’s Twitter avatar and WhatsApp avatar were exactly the same, both showing Great General’s silly smiling face.

There was no doubt about it—it had to be Old Master Black.

Jane Sampson didn’t rush to reply; instead, she clicked to follow him first then sent back an expression of a laughing face dog.

It was as if Old Master Black was sitting next to his mobile phone waiting for her reply; once the expression was sent, Old Master Black quickly responded with a message.

Hurry and share my Twitter post, the same one you did with Bright Sampton—do a formal introduction. —Little Jane’s grandfather.

Jane Sampson clicked into Old Master Black’s Twitter and noticed that he had just posted a few seconds ago.

I am little Jane’s grandfather, [Smile]

[Picture][Picture] —Little Jane’s grandfather.

The first picture was of little Jane learning to punch, tears in her eyes as she ha-ha’ed at the lens.

And the second one was Jane standing by the window, pouting, looking like she wanted to go out but couldn’t.

The photos looked dated because they were old film photos, which Old Master Black had taken pictures of with his mobile phone and then posted.

Seeing these two photos, Jane Sampson sighed and shared them.

Another person using photos to trap her.

Curly hair, formally introducing, to the right, my grandfather, the two photos Old Master Black posted are definitely not me! —Jane Sampson.

As soon as this Twitter post went out, Jane Sampson’s fans exploded.

Netizen: I feel like our house’s Monkey King Jane’s grandfather is even cuter than our Monkey King Jane.

Netizen: Oh my! Were you this cute when you were little, Monkey King? With those tearful eyes, why are you crying? Don’t cry, come to little sister’s arms.

Netizen: Monkey King Jane has really been beautiful from young until now—so similar to how she looked when she was little, both so beautiful.

Netizen: Feels like the punching bag next to little Monkey King Jane despises her—could those tiny fists of hers even move the punching bag?

Netizen: Image two caption - baby really wants to go out and play, baby really wants to go out and play.

Jane Sampson liked this comment and then closed Twitter.

Bright Sampton, who was sitting there, had charged his mobile phone and directly clicked to follow Old Master Black. At this moment, the two of them formally introduced by Jane Sampson today were having a friendly chat on Twitter.

From a young age, Bright Sampton always found Old Master Black to be a very serious senior, so he was always afraid of contacting Old Master Black—any naughty child would behave like a top student near him.

He never expected Elder Black to be so interesting behind closed doors; chatting with him on Twitter didn’t feel like talking to a senior at all.

After leaving Twitter, Jane Sampson logged on again and told James Chip she was feeling better, had rested for the day, and would be able to return to the film crew for filming tomorrow.

James Chip seemed to be busy and didn’t reply to her messages, but Sister Shaw suddenly rang Jane.

"Jane, I just went back to our village to inquire about that gambler. Some folks in the village said that today the gambler suddenly had money, took the money to the town restaurant, and had a feast with a few poker friends, spending over a thousand on just one meal, then went off to play cards again."

Sister Shaw said, "When I was coming back, I heard that in just half a day, that gambler had already lost over ten thousand, all in cash. This gambler doesn’t work—such a large sum of money coming in so oddly; if you have any ways, check up on this person, it’s best if you directly find him and ask about the situation."