Ugly Murderous Intent

Ning Meng was feeling restless after she had sent this text.

Huo Beichen was the kind of person that thought that these kinds of games required very little intellect and were only for children to play. Furthermore, the arena would be quite rowdy. Would Huo Beichen, who was used to doing everything in a calm environment, be able to get used to this?

As she held these thoughts in her heart, she waited for his reply. Soon, his reply arrived.

[I have an international conference at six in the evening tomorrow.]

The competition would be at seven, looks like he would not make it. Ning Meng felt quite dejected seeing this. She had just finished typing "Sure, work comes first" when he sent another text over: [Send me the e-ticket, you go on ahead first.]

Her earlier dispirited mood vanished in an instant, and she became elated instead.