Seeing Edward Monroe getting more and more confused, Ethan Song sighed and picked up the phone to say, "Stop teasing him."
If this keeps up, he's going to shut down.
Claire Green casually said, "What, feeling sorry for him?"
Ethan Song glanced at someone and spoke softly, "Yeah, he's almost done recording his song. Do you want to come over and take a look?"
"Sure, send me the address."
After hanging up, Ethan Song directly sent the location.
"So, is she coming?" Edward Monroe asked eagerly.
Ethan Song got up, pulled him up, and hooked his arm around his neck as they walked forward. "She's coming, so shouldn't we take a shower first? Otherwise, you look quite unpresentable."
Edward Monroe looked down at himself in confusion. There didn't seem to be any problem. How was he unpresentable?
Ethan Song didn't care about his thoughts at the moment and promptly pushed him into the bathroom, closing the door with a bang.
