However, even after 3 hours, no one came out.
The audience felt bored.
Long Yifan clenched his fist and exited the VIP room.
He walked toward the area where Shen Yue was. As soon as he reached the lounge, he heard whispers.
After pausing for a while, Long Yifan raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The whispers instantly died down.
A moment passed.
Then the door creaked open just a little.
Shen Yue stood there, his face calm but his eyes nervous.
"Oh, Long Yifan," he said with a smile. "What brings you here?"
Long Yifan didn't return the smile. He looked straight at Shen Yue.
"I heard voices," he said. "Who were you talking to?"
Shen Yue blinked. "Ah… no one. I was just talking to myself. You know, stress."
Long Yifan narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe that.
He stepped closer. "Move."
Shen Yue's smile faded. "I don't think—"
"I said move."
Shen Yue froze, then slowly stepped aside.
Long Yifan pushed the door open and looked inside.
The room was empty.
