Tanya was stunned for a moment, then fell silent for a long time.
"Ethan Laurent, what are you talking about?" Summer Ford's face was fiercely red as she looked up at him, wanting to cover his mouth.
Wasn't he deliberately causing misunderstandings with those words?
"Did I say something wrong?" Ethan Laurent calmly looked at her, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Summer Ford's face alternated between red and white, unsure of what he might say next. She snatched the phone from him, saying, "Tanya, what's up?"
"Uh, nothing much, I just wanted to see if you wanted to go out for a stroll. If you're not feeling well, we can reschedule; it's no big deal," Tanya quickly hung up the call after a few sentences.
Summer Ford, rubbing her sore waist, pushed Ethan Laurent away and walked towards the house.
Her steps were a bit odd, staggering, accompanied by light gasping sounds.
