C908 The Style of a Director

I stood there with a smile on my face, wanting to see what other secret weapon she had.

Elvira's voice became softer and softer, and the last word was only louder than a mosquito's buzz. However, after a while, the sound of sobbing could be heard from the empty corridor. When I looked closer, I saw that Elvira's body was twitching, as if she had suffered a great grievance