"No help!"
Dirk Carter said firmly.
Phoebe Sutton nodded and said, "Fine, you won't help, right? Ramirez, smash it for me!"
Ramirez Carter was also a bit of a hothead; whatever Phoebe Sutton told him to do, he did.
He directly threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
Picked up a chair and smashed it towards the window.
Phoebe Sutton didn't sit idle either. She rushed into the kitchen, knocked all the bowls and chopsticks to the floor, muttering: "Won't help, huh? Then nobody needs to live well."
I've seen unreasonable people before.
Never seen anyone this unreasonable.
Dirk Carter was also speechless.
He opened the door directly and said, "Fine, you take your time smashing, I won't accompany you."
Then.
He simply left.
When he came back home in the afternoon, the whole rental room was a mess.
It was no longer livable.
Originally planning to move to the new house later, now it seemed like they had to move earlier.
