"What could have happened?"
Song qingxiao frowned when she heard number Seven's words.
No. 7 wouldn't have come to chat with her for no reason. She didn't hide her desire to find out more, probably because she was sure she knew something.
Song qingxiao thought back to when she was chatting with Shirley on the deck. Although they were standing in a remote corner, if Mr. Zhou could see them, No. 7 might have seen them too.
This number seven was not an ordinary person. He was good at socializing, drinking and chatting with people. Even when he was in a fight, he still had the time to observe the people and things around him.
"Then what do you think will happen tomorrow?"
Song qingxiao's mouth twitched as she asked number seven.
The smile on number Seven's face deepened, and his eyes narrowed into crescent moons.
