"Ziming, just give thinking about Little Chili a rest. We're all helping you look already. We'll let you know once we have news. Right, Liao dumb bird, Mingxuan?"
In the suite, Mu Heng, who was holding a red and blue cocktail and sitting next to him, winked at the other two people in the room.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, Ziming. Not only I, but my friends are also helping with the search, too." Liao Gaofei nodded without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Fu Mingxuan, who was sitting on the other side, merely continued sipping his drink wordlessly, as if he did not hear anything.
Mu Heng was dissatisfied by his lack of response.
"Ziming, don't worry. We'll definitely find Little Chili." While he was saying this, his eyes were on the reticent man.
"Right, Mingxuan?" He prompted the other with a look, smiling. "We'll definitely help Ziming find Pei Ge, right?"
Fu Mingxuan paused at his prompting, then set his wine glass down, and smiled at him silently.
