Alice Robinson murmured softly, "Are you really mad at me?" She didn't know when she started discussing things with Claud Laurence.
Claud Laurence raised his eyes, looked at her, and smiled, "Why would I be mad at you? I'm worried about you."
His words were always gentle and soothing, like a warm current flowing through her heart.
A sense of guilt unintentionally surfaced, and Alice bit her lip, lowered her head, and quietly said, "Sorry, I wasn't in a good mood yesterday, so I didn't answer your call."
"Missing your father?"
"Yes."
Claud Laurence said, "I have a ready-made panacea... go shopping and buy a bunch of clothes, then you won't miss your father anymore."
Alice grumbled, "Can't you come up with something new?"
"Why not? Use my card as you like, buy as many clothes as you want, and when you think about how you're spending my money, you'll be happier."
Alice burst into laughter, feeling that his words had a certain magic, making her very happy.
