Chapter 77: Excessive Self-Consciousness

When he returned to his rental, it was already past nine in the evening.

Just as he was about to take out his keys to open the door, he heard a woman's crying coming from room 302 next door.

Meng Lang's heart skipped a beat.

Could something have happened?

He walked to the door of 302 and listened carefully.

"Wuuu~ You heartless people, not answering calls, not replying to Feixin messages, I was all alone, hungry, and watched a comedy show for an entire evening.

I was so worried about you guys that I almost called the police, and it turns out you all ran off to the bar and forgot about me!

No! It was that despicable Meng Lang, he definitely did it on purpose! Yes! He deliberately wanted to ditch me to hit on you!

Awooo~ (chewing sounds~)

The pouch has aluminum pang yao… Supplement lotus!"

"I couldn't bring my phone on stage, and besides, couldn't you order takeout yourself, really."