Being trapped in such an environment for hours could indeed drive a person insane.
Lu Yancheng furrowed his brows, paused for a few seconds, and finally set his gaze towards the restroom.
The sobbing was coming from there.
"Wahh—"
He strode over and gently pushed open the half-closed door, only to find nothing unusual inside.
Suddenly, his peripheral vision caught a small bulge in the corner, revealing a patch of black the size of a fingernail.
A recording pen?
The sound must have been emanating from it.
Lu Yancheng pursed his lips, intending to retrieve the recording pen, when a figure suddenly jumped out in front of him.
"Wuwuwu, I'm so scared."
Suddenly enveloped in a warm embrace, his nose was filled with the distinctive fragrance of a woman.
Lu Yancheng froze for a moment, quickly extending his hand to steady the person.
Before he could voice his questions, Gu Danyu blinked frantically to signal him, silently mouthing the word "camera."
