Irish gripped the tissue, sighed a long time later, and put the dirty tissue in a small bag.
"To tell you the truth, I particularly hope that it was what she did this time so that I really have a reason to fight with her. After that, I also thought that Shirley had admitted that she had colluded with Mia to take the key, so there's no need for her to hide the matter of the picture, isn't it?"
"Perhaps, things don't look as simple as they seem." Joseph was in meditation.
"What do you mean?"
Joseph looked at her, smiled faintly, and reached out his hand, "Give me the tissue."
Well?
Irish stupefied for a few seconds, obediently handing over the tissue.
He took over, but the door was opened, and he got out of the car.
Waiting for his answer, Irish rose and watched him walk to the glass and wipe the stains with tissue.
Blinking a second later, Irish pushed the door and got out of the car, "I haven't finished talking yet."
