Eluard Jack's lips held a cynical smile, he lightly whistled. He wouldn't be so rude as to hit someone but instead politely introduced himself and explained his purpose: "Hello, I'm Eluard Jack, here to pick up..."
What was the name again, he thought for a moment, oh right...
"Pick up Valentine Teller."
Before even entering the house, he heard a very sweet voice saying, "I'm sorry, I can't go, I burned my foot."
Upon hearing this, Eluard Jack hurriedly told Mark Reed, "She said she burned her foot."
"How serious is it? Is it bad?"
How could she burn her foot just as I left?
Really, a scatterbrain who can't get anything right.
"I'll go in and take a look and then let you know." As Eluard Jack spoke, he squeezed himself inside, brushing shoulders with Turstin Muller, and immediately saw the woman sitting on the sofa.
Very familiar, seen her somewhere, definitely seen her.
