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"Gary, you're back?" Grace stared at Gary. "Your classmate is here to see you."
Gary walked over and glanced at Celeste.
Celeste's face was tingling from his gaze. She stood up and said in a low voice, "Gary, you're back? I want to have a chat with you."
"What's there to talk about?" Gary's tone was cold and indifferent.
Grace immediately frowned. "What's with that attitude? Your classmate is here to see you; shouldn't you talk to her nicely?"
Gary glanced at his mother and softened his temper a little. Nevertheless, he still said the same sentence indifferently, "Celeste, what is there for you to come all this way to my house to talk about?"
"You know why I am here." Celeste mustered up her courage and said, "The thing we talked about yesterday."
"I don't really care," Gary replied and didn't seem to want to say too much. He turned around and walked upstairs. "I respect everyone's opinion. You don't have to ask for my consent."