Xiao Fangfang hurried back to the fortune teller wearing the King Yama Mask, exclaiming anxiously, "Friend, there's a big problem with this party. There's something very wrong with this wine event."
"I know," Ye Xiong replied calmly.
"You know, and you're not doing anything about it?"
"Stay calm."
"How can I stay calm at a time like this," Xiao Fangfang said, her anxiety making her pace in circles.
Ye Xiong didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the stage.
Seeing him so composed, Xiao Fangfang inexplicably felt her own heart settle down a bit.
Something about this man seemed to reassure her, giving her a sense of security.
Xiao Fangfang's eyes followed to the stage, where a mysterious figure wearing the God Mask appeared.
After the appearance of the man with the God Mask, the original orange lights in the hall all went out, replaced by a dim red light, like the ones on a hotel bedside, full of a sleepy ambiance.
