I watched Gwent keep shouting. The anger just now has disappeared and turned into remorse instead. This is not because I let my children go to school until Gwent prayed for such a long time. This is because there are not only Gwin and that guy in the room, but also cameramen, electricians, makeup artists and other staff members. Most importantly, Superintendent Will sat behind the warden, and he looked at me in amazement.

The man I smelled from Gwent must have made movies.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, then explained why I came here.

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry director Will and the crew, because I didn't carefully check the...