"No, you can't follow me."
Allen stood at the stairway, with his hands behind his back, looking at them with expectation.
His words were like a basin of cold water pouring down, making everyone feel cold.
"Mom, can't we?" Alusha looked at him eagerly, trying to get through.
Allen's heart softened, but he still shook his head.
He said word by word, "No, I don't take Alusha, Winnie, David, Felix. Oh, by the way, I don't take either."
This time, he told them all the names.
Amy, who had been full of expectation, also pulled a long face. "But master, I can take care of you."
Allen laughed and shook his head again.
"They are going to fight. No one fights with maids taking care of them. You can just stay at home and take care of them."
In this way, Allen left a few tough instructions and left home with his suitcase.
The whole room was looking at him through the window. At last, the curtain was drawn by Amy, which made people cry with dissatisfaction.