He was confused and asked, "If we are going in the wrong direction, how can we still get positive results? Don't work too hard. Take a day off today and rest at home."
His phone rang.
Summer's sharp and detached voice came from the other end of the phone, "You bastard, you actually complained to my mother, you are a real bastard!"
Baron put the phone on speaker, threw it on the bed, and started changing his clothes.
"Aunt Alma asked me to take care of you, and I have an obligation to report to her. Summer, I warn you, you are not young anymore, I advise you to live a peaceful life and stop doing things."
"I have my own life too. I can't always be distracted to take care of you. If you keep making trouble, I'll ask Aunt Alma to take you back and look after you personally."
After hanging up the phone, he complained to me somewhat unhappily, "I'm tired of these trivial matters every day."
I don't think his annoyed attitude is fake.
The desire to break up has begun to waver.
He got dressed and was about to go out, and I called him, "Baron, do you like me?"