"Or are angry that…,"
"As far as I recall I wasn't asking you a question so will you shut the hell up if you don't have better use for your mouth," Amos snapped. His response and cold expression showed he wasn't a simple target.
"You are…,"
"Why are you both bickering so much?" Joanna intervened when she noticed that they were at it again.
"Do you know that you both remind me of those market women I always see in the market?".
"Don't you think I am too handsome and hot to be categorised under them…,"
"If you don't want me to think this way then I advise that you both try to get along. I am too young to get annoyed to death by the two of you, don't you agree with me?" Joanna asked.
Her gaze moved from one frowning face to another.
"Getting along with him is just impossible…,"
"I was about to say the same thing. Did you read my mind?" Raymond asked.
