Sheryl and Emily didn't enter the house.
They went straight from the elevator in the garage to where the documents were stored.
"If you didn't follow me, you wouldn't have to be so careful."
She sighed, "I don't know what's wrong with my mother recently. She has been keeping an eye on me."
If anyone saw her coming to the record room, her mother would be there in three minutes!
Emily was not in the mood to chat, but she can't ignore Sheryl. She could only respond perfunctorily.
Fortunately, Shirley was happy to hear that and didn't care whether Emily heard it or not.
"Here we are."
Pushing open the thick wooden door, she saw rows of neat big shelves inside.
The dust and the musty smell of the sunshine made her frown uncomfortably.
She sneezed and complained, "I've already told my mother to sort out these documents and copy them to the hard disk of the computer, but no one listened to me!"