Jian Han hung up the phone, carried her bag, and went out the bathroom door.
Walking along the corridor, she could see couples tangling together everywhere. Today was July 7th — Chinese Valentine's day.
What was he doing?
He was probably with Li Beibei.
Jian Han laughed at herself bleakly, looked down, and walked alone. The lights in the corridor stretched her shadow out. She looked so lonely.
She was like a moving lonely soul, cold all over.
"Sister Jian."
Ning Qing came running over.
Jian Han looked up with a soft smile. "Ning Qing, why are you here?"
Ning Qing's face was tense. She ran over and took Jian Han's hand. "Sister Jian, it's not good. Brother Dayuan has had an accident."
Jian Han froze, then quickly grasped Ning Qing's hand. "What's wrong? What happened to him?"
"Sister Jian, Brother Dayuan's wine was drugged. Lu Shaoming has sent him to a hotel room."
