This look made Joseph feel pity. He kissed the tip of her nose and whispered, "Irish, this is not a moral category, so there is no so-called right and wrong, only worth it or not worth it."
"If I had been examined, I would have pandered to them on the admission of my own problems. Even if the results of the examination are all okay? All the public likes are gossip, not truth." Irish said.
"Now that you think so clearly, don't be depressed." Joseph widened his smile.
"But I lost my job." Irish's eyes became red again.
Joseph smiled mutely, raised his hand, and rubbed her head, "But you still have me."
"Don't you think I'm mad? Can't I just feel sorry for losing my pay?" In fact, seeing Joseph made her mood better, and those indignations turned into a grievance. Yes, no matter how strong her mask was, as long as she saw him, she could not help but take it off, then unscrupulously unreasonable in front of him.
