"Uncle, why aren't you saying anything?" After waiting for a long time without a response, Ivy Miller got anxious.
"Ivy Miller, you might as well just go back today."
"Is telling me to go back the only thing you have to say to me?
Come on, you've slept with me already, and now you're trying to avoid responsibility, aren't you?
Aren't you a military man? How can a soldier be so irresponsible like you?"
When she said this, her voice was a bit loud.
Henry Sullivan gritted his teeth: "Where are you?"
"At the gate."
"Wait for me," he hung up the phone and came out of the office.
Actually, there wasn't anything happening today, but he just didn't want to stay in the dorm.
In the past, when he was alone, he'd overthink things.
Now that there was an Ivy Miller in the room, he found it noisy.
He arrived at the gate of the base, exchanged a salute with the warrior, and walked over to Ivy Miller, who was kicking pebbles at the entrance of the duty room.
