Miles put down the glass of wine, “You’re also quite leisurely yourself. Having an afternoon nap?”

“Why didn’t you visit my house on Christmas?” Lana tried to suppress her anger.

Miles laughed, “Why should I go?”

Lana grabbed the glass of wine and splashed the content on Miles’s face, “Don’t you fucking talk to me like that!”

Miles shot up from his seat. He was extremely tall, towering over Lana. He could barely hide his anger anymore, “Don’t you give me that attitude! I don’t give a fuck about your mood. I don’t care how those people treat you. But don’t you dare take it out all on me! I’m...