Vicdor Blake doesn't want to take it.
But if he doesn't answer, the old lady will keep calling, otherwise she will come straight home.
The more he thought about it, the more annoying he became. Vicdor Blake could only answer the phone.
"What's the matter? "His tone was not very good.
"Stinky kid, I'm your mother. Why is this attitude when I call you? Don't you just want to hear your mother's voice? "Mrs.Blakecursed angrily.
Furrowed his brow and asked in a low voice, "How are you recovering? It's been half a month since he was discharged, so he should be able to go out now
What exactly are you trying to say? "Vicdor Blake asked impatiently.
"Come back for dinner this weekend. Our family hasn't sat down to have a good meal for a long time. You've just recovered from a serious illness, and you should be able to appreciate how important family ties are... "Mrs.Blake sighed and said helplessly.
Vicdor Blake did not directly agree.
