Your Request Is Unreasonable

James was a bit depressed. If it was someone else, he would definitely talk back. If Lydia didn't prepare the fireworks, no accident would happen. How could he know that the fireworks would come to his room? How could he know that the cake would be destroyed? His room had become messy, but he didn't even complain! He didn't know where he and Elizabeth should sleep at night. Why should he be blamed for everything? Although Lydia was his mother, he was really a little unhappy to be repeatedly criticized in this way! He opened his mouth and wanted to say something to express his dissatisfaction, but before he could say a word, John took the initiative to cough and then gave him a warning look. Humph! He had a bad temper! However, no matter how bad-tempered he was, what could he do? He could only try his best to suppress the anger in his heart! Besides, whose fault it was? Alas! Yes, it was his fault. Lydia did all these for Elizabeth, so he couldn't blame her... "Well..." Although he trie