Li Qingming could only shake his head and head toward the internet cafe's entrance, ready to explore from a different angle.
But it wasn't until he reached the door that he noticed a thick iron chain blatantly tied across it.
Just as he raised his hand to touch the chain, wondering if he could loosen it,
"What are you doing?" the front desk girl suddenly called out.
Li Qingming turned around, about to ask what was wrong, but he froze on the spot.
Everyone was looking at him.
The man who had been sleeping stood up, the girl who was smashing her keyboard turned her head, the pervert with a cigarette twisted his body around, the four-man shooting game team and the three summoners immersed in the rift all stopped their mice in unison, the long-haired man looked flabbergasted, and the internet cafe manager was slowly taking off his headphones.
This naturally made Li Qingming retract his hand and turn back to the drink cabinet at the front desk.
