"Aren't you studying? Why are the both of you on the bed?"
Davis was holding a fruit plate in his hand as he looked at the two people on the bed, and his expression became very ugly.
He suddenly had a strong sense of crisis.
It was like a flower that one had been nurturing since its bud, and just as it was about to bloom, someone wanted to take it away, the kind where even the flower pot might be taken as well.
"Dad, it's not what you think."
Welsh explained anxiously.
Just now, he was only treating Emily and didn't do anything.
But for these kinds of things, the more one explained, the worse it would get. Davis didn't listen to his explanation at all.
Emily also got down from the bed, and she hung her head in embarrassment.
Welsh almost had a breakdown when he saw this. Young miss, don't just stand there, please explain!
You can leave at any time, but I still have to clean up this mess.
