I don't know if it's because I'm overly stressed, but Wen Meimei unknowingly fell asleep and was finally woken by a nightmare, suddenly sitting up and blurting out—
"Qiao King of Hell!"
Bu Qingqing suddenly rushed in from outside, looking worried, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Her gaze fell on Wen Meimei's round little face, with cold sweat on her fair, jade-like skin; it was clear she had a nightmare.
Wen Meimei patted her head and said quietly, "It's nothing, just a nightmare."
Bu Qingqing walked over and considerately handed her a tissue, "Miss, don't worry, the young master is out of danger now."
"Really?" Wen Meimei suddenly looked up, a bit unsure.
Bu Qingqing nodded, "When the young master and Han Dingxi left the hotel, they got separated from Han Shao and were madly pursued by Xiyou Gate. Luckily, Han Shao and the others arrived in time, but..."
Wen Meimei's heart tightened, "But what?"
