She hadn't put on her clothes yet. In addition, she looked ferocious, so she didn't have the temperament of a socialite at all. She looked more like a shrew.
However, as soon as she went out of bed, her legs went limp and she fell to the ground. She stared at Callie as if she wanted to eat her.
"Dane, it's all because of Callie. It's all her fault. You have to help me!" When she looked at Dane, her voice changed to plaintive and pitiful.
Unfortunately, in the eyes of Dane, except for Callie, everyone else was nothing.
"What did I do, Elsa?" Callie asked in confusion.
"How dare you say that? If you hadn't let someone tell me that you were in Room 105, how could I have come to the wrong room?"
"I'm talking about 104!"