It was after seven in the evening.
Duge, carrying a large bag, arrived at the Dragon Bay Club.
Qing Song followed him, his face betraying an indiscernible expression, occasionally glancing at the bag on Duge's back, which made the corners of his eyes twitch involuntarily.
Duge had spent the entire day quietly drawing talismans and hadn't caused any trouble.
Although there were still many differing opinions on the internet, the storm Duge had stirred up was gradually subsiding with the help of various powers, and Zhao Hongmei was much relieved. Nevertheless, she still didn't trust Duge and insisted on following him to Dragon Bay Club.
She feared that in her absence, Duge might stir up some major news again.
To be honest.
These two days with Duge had been more exhausting than an entire year's work for her.
