Xia Qingtian found everything that was happening rather inexplicable.
As she emerged from the manager's office, she suddenly found the mall in utter chaos. People were hurrying outwards, and she faintly heard someone say that someone was hurt, bleeding profusely.
For some reason, Xia Qingtian's heart was racing, a forboding feeling rising within her.
Instead of following the crowd out, she moved against it, intending to find Cheng Bingbing in the mall.
She had no idea what was going on with her.
Pushed and shoved by the crowd, she finally reached the platform where Cheng Bingbing had been that day. It was deserted with traces of blood still visible on the stage.
Seeing the smudge of blood on the stage, Xia Qingtian's face immediately turned grim.
The only people on stage today were Cheng Bingbing and the host.
So was the blood Cheng Bingbing's or the host's?
Xia Qingtian's fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone and dialed Cheng Bingbing's number.