Soon, Evelyn Claire opened the door and came out.
When Wendy turned around to look at her, she could see through the crack of the door that a corner of her home was very tidy.
Claiming that the house is messy and wanting to go out for juice is clearly just an excuse to prevent people from entering, isn't it?
She pursed her lips, smiled, closed the door, and took Wendy's wrist while they went downstairs, saying: "How did you find this place? It's quite hard to locate."
"In Anchester, is there a place a taxi driver can't find?" Wendy's tone was unfriendly.
"You're not upset because I didn't invite you to sit at my place, are you?"
Evelyn Claire said with a giggle: "I've been living alone for so long, my room is always uncleaned, really dirty.
Could you let me know before you come next time, so I can tidy up a bit beforehand?
Even just a spot to step into would be fine, otherwise, I'm really too embarrassed to invite you in."
