It was quiet at ten in the evening. Bali, which had been noisy for the entire day, finally started to quiet down.
Xie Jiuhan finally rested when he saw that Feng Qing was sleeping soundly. For the first time, he shifted his gaze away from Feng Qing. He took out his phone and looked at it while sitting on the sofa. Xing Yue had called him more than ten times today, but he had not picked up. He could only send him a message.
Xing Yue: "D*mn, where did you go? Did something happen to Qingqing?"
After a minute, there was another message from Xing Yue. "Netherworld, I saw you on the surveillance camera. You sneaked into the hotel during the explosion."
"Hey, Netherworld, are you still f*cking alive? Can you reply if you saw the messages!"
"How is it? Have you found Qingqing? Is she alright? Do you need me to go over?"
