Can she still leave now?
Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard the old lady's excited voice: "Eve, are you here to see me? Did you make a deal with him? That brat used to come after eight o'clock."
Eve Thompson: ...
So why is it early today?
She quickly explained, "No, that's not it."
Instead of being disappointed, the old lady became more excited: "It's not? Then it's a coincidence? This is called being in sync! You and Anthony are indeed a perfect match!"
Eve's mouth twitched, and the old lady misused words again.
But Anthony?
She looked at Anthony Charlie, who had been silent all the while. He wasn't wearing a suit today, but a casual grey sweater, which made him less serious and more laid-back. He sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, his face still ice-cold, his dark eyes locked onto her. After hearing the old lady call him by his childhood nickname, a touch of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
He frowned, "Grandma!"
