Han Luoqi could tell something was wrong with her and followed her into the room.
"What's wrong?"
Xia Weibao ignored him and hung up the call, only to dial again.
Yet, no one answered.
Han Luoqi frowned and happened to see a cellphone on the bed next to them, its screen flashing incessantly.
"Is it this phone?"
Xia Weibao, seeing the phone on the bed with its screen lit but muted, suddenly widened her eyes, breathing hurriedly as her heart kept sinking.
"Which room is Huang Wenan in!"
She suddenly grabbed Han Luoqi by the collar, and with such agitation, there was no doubt that if Han Luoqi replied just a second late, he would have been lifted off the ground by her.
"5001."
No sooner had he spoken than Xia Weibao threw him onto the bed and ran off without a trace.
Han Luoqi, thrown onto the bed, "*sigh*."
Just for that moment, he felt like a frail, delicate flower easily thrown aside.
However, he had no time to dwell on these thoughts now.
