Betty went downstairs stealthily. On the second floor, she glanced at the room furthest in, where Bryson's study door was still closed.
When Betty came to the hall, she walked into the wine cabinet. If it was red wine, she had some research skills, so she opened one bottle and poured it into a glass. She shook it a little, smelling the fragrant red wine, hoping to have a good night's sleep.
Betty felt that if she wanted to sleep well, she must drink more, so she poured a large cup and went upstairs.
On Bryson's nose was a pair of gold—rimmed glasses, which made his entire person look more refined and refined. His eyes were not nearsighted, but he enjoyed the glasses' gentle shine, which made him feel more relaxed when looking at the script.
He liked to read the scripts late into the ni
