Your taste is terrible!
Five minutes after the two women clashed, the door to the living room opened. A man in a black suit and blue tie walked in hastily. The man took off his shoes and put them in the corner of the living room.
"Look who's back!" Greta said in a foreign language that Lisa couldn't understand.
"Mom!?" Oscar was surprised to see the figure of his mother in the living room, sitting opposite Lisa.
Lisa got up from the sofa and shifted away from Greta who was still sitting. She looked at Oscar with a fierce gaze. How could Oscar not know his mother was coming to visit?
"Mom, when did you come here? What is this? Why are you here at night!?" Oscar asked in a foreign language. His eyebrows frowned slightly in surprise. The man walked over to his mother and sat down on the chair that had been occupied by Lisa. Oscar waved his hand at Lisa to join him.