Bu Qingqing's expression was very serious and earnest, the worry in her eyes almost spilling out.
Wen Meimei pretended to be helpless and pulled out her cellphone to take a look, only to exclaim in surprise, "Oh my god, I received it too!"
Bu Qingqing said anxiously, "Miss, do you believe it now?"
Wen Meimei retorted, "The 'Little Steamed Bun' wouldn't happen to be your young master, would it?"
"I don't know, I called the young master, he said he also received the same message, and told me not to worry, saying it might just be a prank."
"Oh, since Qiao Chengxun says so, then there's nothing to worry about. I'm going up to sleep," Wen Meimei said indifferently, waving her hand as she turned to go upstairs.
Bu Qingqing stared blankly at her retreating figure, thinking how could the Miss not care at all about the young master's life or death?
If 'Little Steamed Bun' really is the young master, wouldn't he be in danger?