Ding Qing ended the call, then looked at Huo Jinyao and Yang Wenchang.
"Qiao Hong said that he'll meet us at Charm of Night tonight, at nine pm."
Because of what had happened yesterday, Qiao Hong now trusted Huo Jinyao less. Currently, he was talking only to Ding Qing.
Huo Jinyao knitted his brows. Why did Qiao Hong always choose to meet with them at night clubs?
"President Huo." Ding Qing glanced at Huo Jinyao with anxiety, looking as if she so eagerly wanted to solve the problem. "Maybe I should go alone tonight."
"No, I'll go with you," said Huo Jinyao. He looked at Ding Qing. "Is your foot okay?" Yesterday, Ding Qing had stepped on a stone and twisted her ankle. Later in Blue Night, a few rich kids had fought with each other and thrown bottles to the ground. Ding Qing had tripped on one of those bottles, nearly falling again.
Huo Jinyao had reached out to hold her in time, but her foot still instantly swelled.
