In the office cubicle, Merry still maintains her original posture.
She bent down, holding her hand against the wall, her forehead still pressed against the glass, and her actions were very funny.
Suddenly hearing the door open, the little girl turned her head in a panic. In the brightly lit corridor, Chris' tall and stout figure leaned lazily against the frame.
Merry blinked, stood up straight in shame, her eyes fluttering like a child caught doing bad things. "Brother..."
At this time, Chris leaned against the door with his hands around his chest and tilted his head. He glanced at the glass wall. "Is that what you did?"
The little girl nodded coldly, her right thumb still rubbing her left index finger.
Chris sighed, turned on the light switch then walked forward. He looked at Merry and asked, "Why aren't you home yet?"
The little girl looked at him, lowered her eyelids and said, "I'm going home now!"
What an awkward response!