[Serves her right! But I remember that AQ's celebration event is also held in that hotel. Could Rong Yan be in trouble?]
[I don't know, she shouldn't be. I didn't see anyone talking about this on the internet. Why not ask the club president? The president seems to know Rong Yan, they should be aware of the specifics.]
There were many more replies underneath, and people kept tagging him.
Li Duidui stared at the non-stop flow of messages on the tablet, his palm-sized little face deadly serious, his tender lips pursed tightly as if sitting on pins and needles, his whole body restless and anxious.
Little Demon Rong was in the same hotel as those bad guys, and the bad guys had been dealt with, very much like the work of a big villain. But was Little Demon Rong all right?
Li Duidui couldn't be sure.
He jumped down from the couch and ran back to the bedroom, found his little backpack, and took out the phone stored inside.
