Xia Qingtian sighed, pointing to the sofa across from her.
"Alright, let's sit down first before we talk." She said a bit helplessly.
Huo Qilin, to his credit, obeyed her commands, immediately settling himself onto the sofa. But even seated, he remained tense, entire body wound tight.
Xia Qingtian wanted to have a serious conversation with Huo Qilin.
However, the private room was in a mess and reeked heavily of alcohol. Struggling to breathe, she asked Huo Qilin to instruct the bar staff to clean up the room.
Then, she opened a window and sprayed some air freshener.
Once all was set, the room finally became habitable again.
Xia Qingtian sipped a glass of water to moisten her throat, and then began, "You've been avoiding for two days, can you tell me now what happened exactly?"
Huo Qilin dodged her question and asked with some hesitation, "Is Bingbing okay?"