Thomas said, "But, sis, seriously, I think... compared to that Mr. Herd, Elijah seems a little bit better, doesn't he?"
"Really?"
After a while, Thomas was silent, and the hand holding the hairdryer was motionless, blowing on Scarlett Glenn's left forehead, she asked, "Why don't you speak?"
Thomas's voice trembled, "I...I..."
Scarlett Glenn raised her brow, looked up at Thomas, and saw his face pale, his expression devasted, his eyes dull, he stared stupidly in the direction of the entrance, holding the hairdryer in his shaking hand.
Scarlett Glenn turned her head to look, saw someone at the entrance, and immediately understood.
Scarlett Glenn sighed and could only mourn for Thomas. She reached out to take the hairdryer from Thomas's hand, "Just go out first."
Thomas instinctively wanted to flee but was blocked by the man at the entrance, "What's the rush!"
He walked in slowly, "Am I worse than Elijah Graham? Tell me, where am I worse than Elijah? I'd love to hear."