"You have a lot of girlfriends, which one are you talking about?" Alvin said with disdain.
John: "..."
"All of them!" John slapped his thigh. "Every single one of them is so naggy! But isn't the loveliness of women in their nagging? Can you even call yourself a man without a woman's nagging?"
Upon hearing this, Alvin's expression froze.
John immediately realized he'd misspoken, "Well, you're different, you're just, just..."
"Alright, enough nonsense, are you leaving or not? If you won't go, I will." Alvin turned and went into the room, though there wasn't really much to pack. He could just leave directly, and call someone to get his things later, or simply not bother with them.
"Your Highness, Your Highness." John dashed into the room, "You can't leave! If you do, I won't be able to explain things to the Queen!"
"Listen to her or listen to me? Get the plane to come immediately, departing in an hour." Alvin's words were unquestionable and irrefutable.
