"Hey, what's up?" He casually turned on the light, walked in, and glanced at his face. Seeing Brandan looking gloomy, he felt a bit puzzled.
Wasn't everything fine this morning? Did he have a fight with Iris Harris?
A row of drinks was on the crystal coffee table opposite, Brandan uncorked a bottle and handed him one, then sat there drinking beer by himself.
He indeed seemed in a bad mood, so Alex Hawk didn't joke around with him and seriously asked, "Did you have another fight with Iris Harris?"
Brandan glanced at him coldly, "She's the one fighting with me."
He took a sip of beer and continued, "She doesn't trust me."
"Is it about that doctor?"
Thinking over and over, it must be that matter.
"Wasn't that for her health? Doesn't she like Chinese medicine?"
Brandan sat there, took another sip of beer.
The bitterness lingering on his tongue.
"That's what I told her." He pursed his lips, "But she thinks I'm trying to tie her down with a child."
