The Billionaire Hiding in My Closet
Language: en
I went to my childhood friend's room to give him fruit, but he yelled at me: "Can you stop just barging into my room? We aren't kids anymore." He wasn't wearing headphones. His junior, a girl with a sickeningly sweet voice, was on speakerphone, deliberately provoking me: "Caleb, let's fall asleep on a voice call tonight too." I casually agreed and told him not to come into my room anymore either. He sneered: "Who cares?" I thought so too. I went back to my room and happily opened my wardrobe: "You don't have to hide in here next time. He won't come into my room again."