Joseph noticed Irish's surprised expression. He was not angry about it, but he still kept cold. His voice was as peaceful as the lake.
"How long will it take to make a report for the next season?" He repeated it again.
Irish finally recovered herself. She thought about it for a while, "About five days."
"Too long." He said calmly. Irish felt frustrated that his mood was just like a boss to his employee. "I need to work for the Institute, and I also have lessons at the university. I need more time to finish the work you have assigned to me."
Joseph kept silent. He seemed to think of something. He didn't actually focus on her face.
Several seconds later, he spoke. Irish had thought that he would ask something at work; instead, he asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
