The next day, Quentin Yu got up early and went to the airport.
He had seriously lacked sleep the night before. When he entered the lounge, he pulled down the brim of his hat and leaned on the back of the chair to doze off. He was about to fall asleep when he was suddenly woken up by a strong force. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Qingyuan's mean voice came to my ears, "Have you seen the video I sent you yesterday? Why didn't you reply to me? Did you..."
Although he didn't say everything, his winking expression said it all.
Quentin Yu glanced at him expressionlessly, "Get up at four in the morning and try to catch the flight."
He and Hugo Huo had been arguing until midnight yesterday. By the end, Quentin Yu felt like a salted fish that had been drained of all its water. However, Hugo Huo was still alive and kicking, which made him envious, jealous, and curious.
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