With Ran Mouri's enthusiastic invitation, Tangze naturally had no choice but to bring along the human sandbag, Mori Kogoro. The four of them soon got in the car and set off.
"Honestly, why did she book a beauty salon in such an out-of-the-way place? We even have to take a detour..."
"Because it's the beauty salon Mom always goes to. The stylist is very skilled, and Mom is quite happy with her."
"And we have to go find her so far in advance. What a hassle."
"Oh, doesn't that just show how much she values today's gathering? Isn't it a good thing that she wants to look her best when she sees you?"
Mori Kogoro naturally couldn't outargue his increasingly sharp-tongued daughter. He choked on his words and could only shake his head. "Sigh, you spend all day saying nice things about your mother. If she really were as full of emotion as you make her sound, that'd be great."
His relationship with Eri Kisaki had indeed progressed quite quickly. At the very least, they no longer started butting heads within a few sentences of meeting. They could sit down calmly and share recent work and life updates.
But the longer this peaceful state lasted, the more uneasy Mori Kogoro became.
Those fierce arguments and quarrels had actually been proof that passion still remained. It was precisely because they had once been so close that the hurt and anger had cut so deeply, making it impossible for them to sit down and talk properly.
Now that things were like this, he couldn't help worrying that their relationship would never return to what it had once been, and would only remain at the stage of treating each other with courteous respect.
Picking up on something in his words, Ran Mouri raised