Upstairs.
Just as Enna had changed her slippers, the light in the living room suddenly turned on.
Tobias, wearing a pair of adult-sized slippers that didn't quite fit his age, stared at her with his arms crossed. His phoenix eyes, just like someone else's, seem to be scrutinizing a criminal.
"Woman, why did you turn off your phone?"
"...It ran out of battery." Enna furrowed her eyebrows, poked his forehead, and scolded, "Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Mummy, not 'woman' all the time."
Annoyed! The domineering image she had barely managed to cultivate suddenly crumbled. Tobias glared at her, hating that he only grew a tiny bit taller at this point. If he had grown to 1.8 meters tall, he'd see how Enna would dare to poke his head!
He pouted his pink and tender lips and asked angrily, "Why are you coming home so late tonight? And who is that man downstairs?"
