Smack smack~
As soon as he entered the room, Brian heard the sound of smacking and eating.
Hearing the noise.
Dressed in a hospital gown, Susan sat cross-legged on the bed with her mouth stuffed like a hamster, looking bewilderedly toward the door.
Could it be the FBI coming over...
Wouldn't that be awkward?
Only after seeing clearly that it was Brian did Susan breathe a sigh of relief and started to chew again with loud smacks.
Brian sat at the head of the bed and considerately poured a glass of water, handing it over to her.
After drinking the water.
Susan patted her stomach contentedly, "I was starving, those FBI people are really annoying."
"Why did they suddenly start shooting?"
Brian asked, puzzled.
Susan looked tough, but she wasn't really brainless.
"I did it on purpose."
Susan shrugged her shoulders:
