Emma hands into fists, small face red, gritted his teeth, fluttered back to the chair, buried his head inside the textbook. She did not speak the afternoon.

"Emma, Emma!" Eric chased her with his backpack behind.

"What is it?" Emma frowned.

"Sunday is my birthday, I want to hold a party, can you come to it?" Eric looked at her cautiously.

"Oh, your birthday, wish you a happy birthday!" Emma replied casually.

Eric's face changed and said, "I said Sunday, not today!"

"Is it on Sunday?" Emma frowned because she had to go to work on Sunday inside the taekwondo gym she ran. How could she have time to attend...