On the other side.
Sheng Qianxia walked past Ling Muye while being held by Gong Beiyao. Her heart was already in turmoil, and soon after, she saw a black sweater on the ground!
Wasn't this the gift Qingxue gave to Gong Beiyao?
What had happened?
Sheng Qianxia suddenly panicked. She hurriedly rushed to the door of the private room, opened it, and found it completely empty.
No one was there.
"Qingxue——!?"
"Qingxue——!"
"Qingxue, where did you go!"
Sheng Qianxia's ominous premonition surged rapidly, and she quickly picked up her phone to call Qingxue, but—
Sorry, the number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later.
Sorry, the number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later.
...
It was always this phrase!!
The grip of Sheng Qianxia's hand on her phone suddenly intensified, and her unease swelled like a wild heatwave engulfing her.
