On the way to the washroom, many people glanced in their direction. Li Feifei deliberately delayed, ranting loudly, "What are you doing? She's only gone to the washroom. Are you mad? You're hurting me, let go, let me go right now... Ow, it hurts..."
Rong An didn't respond, his face cold as he quickly dragged her to the women's washroom.
There were women queuing up at the entrance.
However, Mo Weiyi was not in sight.
"Where is she?" Rong An demanded, tightening his grip.
Li Feifei's eyes welled up with tears, but she managed to sound innocent, "Can't you just call her? What do you want from me? How would I know?"
Rong An, his face still cold, was about to speak when his mobile phone rang.
He answered the call.
Li Feifei didn't know what was said on the other end, but she saw Rong An's already gloomy face become even more terrifying.
