Holding back his desire to rush in and explain, Ghost continued to eavesdrop at the door.
"And, do you know that he will become very narrow-minded just because we went out to have dinner without calling him? Oh my God, that's so serious. He kept muttering. He complained by our side again and again until we apologized."
At the thought of the usual look of Ghost and his complaint, Zed Smith felt it funny.
Ghost couldn't stand it anymore and pushed the door open, "Freda!"
Freda was frightened, she didn't expect that Ghost would find out she was speaking ill of him.
"Master..."
"You are my master!" Ghost huffed, "You... Are you still complaining about me?! Is your skin itching!"
Freda immediately pulled Zed Smith over and said, "Hurry up, honey!"
Zed Smith was stunned at first, and then said, "Uncle Ghost..."
"Don't try to defend her! I think she is getting better soon, so she comes to make trouble!"
Ghost said angrily.
Freda tugged at the sleeve of Zed.