"This classmate is..." Mrs. Smith apparently found it a bit unreliable. She suddenly thought, what a coincidence, living at a friend's house is a very serious matter these days. Anyway, if it were her, she wouldn't want anyone to come to her house.
"He's a college classmate, we were in the same class. We used to work together in student activities, and the two of us were very close." Emma Smith lied smoothly, even looking at her mother while speaking without even blinking.
Seeing her daughter's confident expression, Mrs. Smith felt that she might be too suspicious and scolded herself in her heart. Unbeknownst to her, although Emma appeared calm, her legs were trembling. She knew her mother's temper and understood that it was best not to try deceiving her, as the consequences would be miserable. It was best not to provoke her when she was at her most irritable, lest she add fuel to the fire.
