"No plans." Cherry said casually, "I'll just follow my master around, eat and drink with him. Wherever he goes, I'll go. Whatever he wants me to do, I'll do."
Purple Summers put down her teacup, the porcelain making a crisp sound.
The sound wasn't loud, but anyone who knew her would realize she was already angry.
"If your master asks you to eat shit, would you do it?" Purple Summers asked.
Cherry's eyes widened, round and fierce, ready to explode.
She was about to lash back but suddenly remembered that Purple liked to threaten her with dogs. She bit her lower lip, looked around, and saw Alexander Summers, shouting at him: "Your wife is cursing! Aren't you going to do something?!"
Alexander Summers politely smiled and turned back to his room: "You two chat, I'm going to catch some sleep."
Cherry was furious. What kind of people are these?!
Purple Summers asked her: "Have you ever considered living independently?"
