He turned his head and glanced. The suite had already been broken into by reporters, and a crowd of people was crowded in the dark, and it was impossible to see what happened.
"You still ask me?" The man's voice was low and hoarse, with restrained anger, "Do you know..."
Thinking of his unreasonable anxiety and uneasiness just now, Donahueiel forcibly swallowed back his words, and stared at Janet closely, "Who is in the room?"
Janet was still poking her head to watch the good show over there, and said casually, "It has nothing to do with you, so don't ask."
Donahueiel was so angry that he laughed. He pulled back Janet, looking her in the eyes, "Janet, do you have a conscience?"
Being interrupted one after another, Janet's remaining good temper also disappeared, "what's up? You almost ruined my business, but I still have to thank you?"
"You!"
Donahueiel's face became even more serious, and he got angry.