Ren Chuqing rushed into the dressing room area.
In the dressing room area, each cubicle was not adorned with a door, but blocked off by thick curtains. Ren Chuqing glanced around; five curtains were drawn back, indicating that there might be people trying on clothes in five of the cubicles.
"Mianmian! Where are you?" she shouted.
Since the cloth curtains couldn't block sound, in theory, her voice should easily carry inside, allowing those in the changing booths to hear her.
But to her surprise, no one responded to her call.
"Mianmian!" Ren Chuqing raised her voice, her unease growing.
Still, no one answered her!
Ren Chuqing began walking up to each curtained cubicle, asking the person inside, "I'm looking for my friend, and I don't know which dressing room she's in. Can you please respond to me?"
The voices that came from the dressing rooms were all different from Lu Mianmian's.
She had asked at all five dressing rooms, and none were hers!
