"Adrian, when will you arrive? We're all here waiting for you."
I was confused. "Why are you waiting for me?"
"Didn't you and Amelia invite us to dinner? Why are you pretending? We are waiting for you. Come here quickly."
As soon as the words came out, the other party ended the call.
Debra sent me an address and a private room number.
I pressed my lips and felt that it was time to make this matter clear.
I went there according to the address.
Upon my arrival, I realized that this was the restaurant I had mentioned before.
At that time, I told Amelia that I intended to have dinner there.
I pondered whether the food here lived up to its online acclaim for deliciousness.
However, she always claimed to be busy, so we never got the chance to visit.
I followed a waiter's guidance to the private room.
Before entering, I heard Debra's voice.
"I'm not trying to complain, but your boyfriend is quite irritating. He even puts on airs when treating us to dinner. What a poor, petty, and scheming man!"
Oscar smiled, "There's a recent saying online that the less capable a man is, the worse his temper. If Amelia suffers in the future, we must let her tell us instead of bearing it alone."