Erin Janus's tone switched to the mode of a virtuous wife and loving mother: "Don't bother buying grapes, working diligently is also a way of being good to me. I'm planning to go to sleep, even if I can't sleep, I have to try..."
"Okay."
"How about this, why don't you say something romantic to me? I'll demonstrate first... Honey, I love you, I love you to the ends of time, growing old together, we must always be together." Erin Janus laughed on the other end, "Just say a few sweet words to cheer me up, that'll be good enough."
"Erin, you know what kind of person I am."
"Oh." Erin sensed the displeasure in his tone and did not press further; he was someone who couldn't be swayed by persuasion or force.
"Go to sleep early, take care of yourself, good night." Sylvan Cheney said.
"Got it." Hearing his comforting words made Erin quite excited and she didn't push further.
If she pushed further, she wouldn't likely get a satisfactory answer.
