Along the way to her office, Marsha seemed to purse her lips and occasionally chuckled irritably.
Really she didn't expect her mood this morning at all.
"What's the matter with you? Why do you look so strange this morning?" Daren asked, confused, occasionally glancing at Marsha, who was on his left, more precisely Marsha sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver.
Marsha seemed to roll her eyes lazily while leaning her body on the back of the bench.
"Dad is getting annoying!" exclaimed Marsha suddenly.
Daren, who initially wanted to question it again, got the information, now seemed reluctant to ask the question, because after all, Anderson was his superior.
"Tch, I know you will shut up in an instant if I say this to you," said Marsha as she folded her hands.
Daren was silent at a thousand languages, without a word that could come out of his mouth.
"You're too obedient to dad," said Marsha.
