When Eliot went upstairs, Beverly noticed that he didn't have any paper documents with him, so she asked caringly, "Son, how's the company recently?"
Eliot unbuttoned his shirt expressionlessly, "It's none of your business."
Beverly followed him to the second floor step by step. "I'm just worried about you."
Eliot stopped and turned to look at her, "You can worry, but don't interfere. If you do it again and belch it up, I can't save you."
"Son, what are you talking about?" Beverly laughed embarrassedly.
"Mom, you know what I'm talking about." Eliot gave her a deep look and said, "It's late. Go to bed."
"Ah--" Beverly wanted to say something else, but the door was already closed.
She stomped her foot in frustration.
After taking a bath, Eliot went straight to the guest room on the first floor. Harold Green was doing push-ups on the floor. Seeing Eliot enter, he stood up in no hurry and asked with a dull face, "Eliot, are you looking for me?"
