Ni Mibei nodded, "Go upstairs and rest."
Song Huanyan returned to her room and turned on her phone. She looked—no messages or calls...
Song Huanyan pouted. What's wrong with Yue Xiaowan and An Yue? Last night, she was dragged away by Yun Jianchen—don't they worry about her at all? Couldn't they have called to check in on her...
Song Huanyan: An Yue, Yue Xiaowan, you two come out right now.
An Yue: Well... the sun has set already.
Song Huanyan: You still know about the sunset, but I was dragged away by Yun Jianchen last night, and I've been out of touch for a whole day and night. Aren't you guys the least worried?
Yue Xiaowan: We were worried.
Song Huanyan: If you were worried, then why didn't you call me?
Yue Xiaowan: We were worried that Yun Jianchen might "sleep on the gold" and no one would survive.
Song Huanyan: ... You weren't worried something might happen to me?
