And after the massive netizens on the internet saw this scene, the instant comments gradually became more interesting.

Netizen: I saw the aunt-like smile on Jane Sampson’s face.

Netizen: Can we interview her later about what the Monkey King of Sampson, embraced by both the music king and queen, is feeling right now?

Netizen: 2333, that aunt-like smile.

Netizen: I feel pain for little Jane just by watching, it must be so painful. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Netizen: Even through the screen, I can feel how happy the Monkey King of Sampson is, so, the identification is complete, it’s solid friendship.

The evening party officially ended after Mair Williams and another singer performed a duet. Jane Sampson knew from Lucy Brisk that James Black was already waiting for her in the parking lot, so she seemed a bit anxious during the interview.

After answering a few questions, Jane Sampson found James Carter’s assistant and whispered, "My husband is already waiting for me in the parking lot, could you please tell Mr. Carter later that I’ll be leaving first?"

"Okay, Goddess Sampson, take care, see you later." James Black’s assistant nodded straightaway; Jane Sampson had already arranged with them earlier not to leave together.

The assistant glanced over at James Carter and saw the crowd around him, knowing it would be a while before he could leave, so he didn’t bother to approach him right now and mention it.

The event had just ended not long ago and most people hadn’t left, so the parking lot was quite empty at this time.

After Jane Sampson took her coat back from Lucy Brisk she hurriedly put it on, followed Lucy to James Black’s car, quickly pulled open the co-pilot seat’s door, jumped in, and waved goodbye to Lucy, telling her to head back early too.

The heating was on inside the car, and after getting in, Jane Sampson ended up with a runny nose.

James Black took a handkerchief from his pocket and passed it to her. Jane took it without any formalities, but still teasingly muttered, "Using a handkerchief in the 21st century, what an antique."

James Black glanced at Jane Sampson, and only after seeing her put his handkerchief into her coat pocket did he reach out and grab her hands.

"I’ll decline all such outdoor activities in this kind of weather from now on." The hands in his palm were soft and cold; James Black spread open her palm and saw it was indeed red.

"Jane Sampson, are you silly? Clapping is just clapping, why use so much force?" James Black asked.

His tone wasn’t nice, even a bit like scolding.

"I was excited at the time," Jane Sampson grinned with a hehe smile, "Mair and Mr. Carter won the music king and queen awards, they are my friends, I just couldn’t control my little heart."

Speaking of this, Jane Sampson suddenly quieted down, her eyes fixated on James Black’s face for a second, then swiftly shifted away, turning to look at the car backseat, sniffing like a dog’s nose, "I smell food."

"Even the Great General doesn’t have a nose as good as yours." James Black leaning over, picked up a thermos and a paper box from the rear seat, "The cup contains hot peanut soup, drink a couple of sips to warm up your body, then eat the pizza."

Jane Sampson had come out earlier for dinner, probably hadn’t eaten much to look good, and James Black had been worried since leaving home whether Jane would get a stomachache from hunger.

Seeing the food, Jane Sampson instantly smiled like a sunflower, holding the thermos in one hand and the pizza in the other, hehehe, giggling silly.