Alice Turner gave Thomas Fisher three chances, and he cherished those three opportunities a lot. Who would have thought that the results would end up making him feel miserable; he guessed three times but didn't get it right.
"Now, it's not that I didn't give you a chance, it's just that you didn't seize it well. Tonight, you can sleep on the couch." Tonight, she could finally take a rest, and a joyful smirk appeared at the corner of Alice Turner's mouth.
Actually, she could have directly told the man on the phone, but when he picked up, she suddenly had this idea.
She just wanted to fight for her own holiday. Waiting for him to voluntarily let her take a break was almost as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Upon hearing his wife's words, Thomas Fisher felt like a deflated balloon, slumping against the wall behind him. "Honey! Your tricks are too deep."
