The next morning, Qi Yue was woken up by her mother's phone call.
"Yueyue! Has Zhenzhen contacted you? She has been missing since last night!"
Missing...?
Qi Yue's eyebrows slightly furrowed, "No."
Yu Shuhua, sobbing and accusing, asked, "Why! Why did you have to go participate in that shooting competition! Now Zhenzhen is gone, are you happy now?"
Qi Yue pinched her fingers, her tone slightly cold, "I remember, at that time Qi Zhen personally refuted Qiuqiu, saying she didn't know where Qiuqiu had heard such a joke, that I was afraid of stimulating her, so I gave up shooting to avoid competing in the same event with her. She said that such a reason was simply too ridiculous."
"At that time, you also personally said that even if Zhenzhen was young and somewhat naive back then, she had been shooting for so many years that her mental quality couldn't be that fragile. You told me, if I really liked shooting, then there was indeed no need to give it up just for this reason..."