A few minutes later, the security personnel looked at the neatly arranged room and fell into silence.
After checking, there was still no trace of the pet beast.
This time, the black-haired man couldn't hold on any longer and said in a deep voice:
"Bro, let's go."
The paparazzi, who usually stuck around, hesitated for a moment:
"Alright. Anyway, Qiao Sang is already asleep. We'll come back tomorrow."
With that, the two quickly gathered their things, closed the door, and left, afraid the strange wind would blow again the next second.
...
The next day, Qiao Sang woke up, checked the time, and quickly freshened up.
In September's climate, the sky was already bright early. Outside the window, there were the various calls of pet beasts and the chatter of Beast Tamers.
Qiao Sang automatically filtered out these noises, turned on the TV, and watched the live broadcast of the competition.
After watching three matches, she turned around and found Qingbao was still asleep.
