Elizabeth, what's wrong with you

Elizabeth was stunned and looked over in the direction of the voice. She saw James standing by the window of the living room, holding a cigarette that was smoking halfway in his hand. He was also looking at her with a bad look. "You..." Why was he at home? "I asked you where you were? Why didn't you answer the phone?" James was really angry, but he tried his best to endure it. Seeing that she had changed her shoes, he asked calmly, "Didn't I ask you to wait there? Where are you?" Hearing this, Elizabeth looked down and thought for a moment. Then she said, "Our studio has been busy lately, so I worked overtime." In this case, she could barely be regarded as working overtime. "You..." James closed his eyes and was so irritated that he wanted to curse. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the anger in his heart and lowered his voice, "Did you work overtime today?" "Yes." She stood there with her head slightly lowered. She didn't look at him at all. He closed his eyes and asked, "Did you r