Yakai Ichiro has been in a good mood recently, so he's letting this poor guy go.
"Don't use that tone to brush me off; you don't care a bit about our daughter..."
The principle is the principle.
Mrs. Sakai, however, was not satisfied with her husband's soft handling and complained a few more times, prompting a string of automatic responses like "uh-huh" and "uh-huh" from the receiver.
Blond Auntie raised her wrist and glanced at the time.
"Ichiro? It's already dark here; estimating the time, it's probably around six-thirty there, right?"
"Yeah, 6:37, what's up."
Uncle Sakai tossed another onion ring into his mouth, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said casually.
"What are you doing."
"Watching the TV broadcast. You might not know this in Myanmar, but Yingqing Yishu from Gangchang Institute is expected to enter the Koshien finals again after 103 years. All the sports-related topics on the Day push are about this..."
