Joseph smiled gently, saying, "So you slept in the living room in anger? And didn't I warn you not to take out your milk from the refrigerator and drink it immediately?"
When he came in and changed his shoes, he saw her sleeping on the sofa like a koala, with one slipper on one side and another on the other side. Half a bottle of milk was on the coffee table, and when he reached for it, it was already cold.
Irish's face turned gloomy at once. "I was angry at Britney White."
Joseph was puzzled, so she told him what she had seen on TV. The more she said, the more indignant she was until she concluded that she was a freak.
Hearing this, Joseph slightly raised his eyebrow, reached for her nose, and pinched it. "How can a dignified woman talk like this?"
"You were hurt when I called her name?" She stared at him.
Joseph immediately surrendered, putting his body on hers, "I think I spoiled you so much, honey."
"You're changing the topic."
