Freya Morrison's eyes were red, she clenched her fists, and her voice was slightly raised: "No need!"
Lana Thompson sighed and put the breakfast on the table, "Freya, there's something I'm not sure whether I should say or not."
Just as she was about to unleash a sermon, she heard a soft voice, "If you know you shouldn't say it, then don't say it."
Lana Thompson: ??
The words got stuck in her throat, and she glared angrily at the speaker, Eve Thompson.
After a while, Lana regained her composure, swallowed her anger, and continued, "Freya, as a fellow student, I feel the need to advise you that you..."
"Achoo!" Eve sneezed at Lana, rubbing her nose.
Lana hastily covered her nose and took two steps back: ??
Can't a person have a proper conversation anymore!
Before she could say anything more, Oliver Charles looked up, his gloomy eyes fixed on Lana, his tone laced with violence and morning grumpiness, "You're so noisy!"
Lana Thompson: !!
