Qian Huahua agreed and was about to make a call, only to realize her phone and bag were still at the hotel. She said to Xiao Yifei, "It's okay, I used to work overtime often, coming home late, they're used to it."
Xiao Yifei took out his phone, handed it to Qian Huahua, and said, "Better make a call, don't let them worry. As for your phone and bag, let's talk about it tomorrow, see if we can get them back."
"Did you call the police? Something this serious happened, why didn't you call the police? What if I hadn't seen the message?" Xiao Yifei asked.
"I drank a little alone at night, and when I woke up, I was in the hotel. I really didn't expect this to happen. Please, don't tell anyone, okay?" Qian Huahua pleaded, looking pitiful.
