Your Guess Is Wrong

"Mom, why are you here?" Benjamin looked at his mother, Janice, who pushed the door open and came in, "Why didn't you call me in advance?" Janice snorted, "What's wrong? Should I make an appointment before I came to you?" "What if I'm in a meeting?" "You'll come back from the meeting sooner or later, won't you?" Janice said unconcernedly, "Don't worry. Even if you are in a meeting, I can wait for you." Benjamin raised his eyebrows and felt somewhat helpless, but he asked, "Would you like to drink something? I'll ask my secretary to bring it to you." "There's no need." Janice waved her hand, "I'll just have a seat." Hearing this, Benjamin put down the document in his hand and leaned back. With his legs crossed, he put his hands on his legs casually, looked at Janice on the opposite sofa and said blandly, "Mom, I'm at work now. You... will disturb me here." Janice immediately got unhappy when she heard this, "You don't like me to come here? Humph! How dare you! I haven't criticized you y