"If there's anything you can't handle, tell me, and I'll help you."
After a while, Aria hung up the phone.
She turned to look outside the window, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.
Her phone rang again, and when she looked down and saw it was Mrs. Rowlett calling, she waited for a while before answering the call.
"Alvin, are you home yet?" Mrs. Rowlett asked anxiously, "Your dad and I have been waiting for you, where are you now? When will you be here, so we can pick you up."
Aria looked down, "I just got off the plane a moment ago."
"Just got off the plane?" There seemed to be dissatisfaction in Mrs. Rowlett's tone, "Why are you so slow?"
Aria clenched her fingers, holding back her temper, "I rushed to the airport after your call, how fast could I be? I don't have wings to fly back."
