He was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. His face was as black as carbon, and he said coldly, "Don't talk to me about the past, wash it quickly, and call me when it's done!"

"No!" I was also angry and said coldly, "I can handle it myself!"

He scratched his lips and sneered. "How can you handle it?" I jumped out of the bathtub and decided to fall again and be directly crippled.

"You." I was so angry that my lungs exploded. I controlled the anger and said, "You get out!"

He was calm but in a bad mood.

After half an hour, I was done....