"Qiao Xiguan, move right, Tom is 10 meters ahead of you in the hall, you can't go that way," Wa Da said.
But the picture showed Qiao Xiguan indifferent, her body already moving in that direction.
Wa Da was startled, the words that blurted out from his mouth were suddenly stifled by Winterson.
Wa Da looked at Winterson.
Winterson gestured for her to turn off the microphone.
Wa Da hurriedly turned it off, unable to resist saying, "Qiao Xiguan's earbud fell out."
"I know," Winterson said, "but if you say it now, you'll only disrupt the boss's plan. Right now, Hasan and Abed are walking to the King's private lounge, this is the most advantageous moment for the boss's assassination, there's no room for delay."
"But what about Qiao Xiguan?!" Wa Da looked at Winterson. "Are we just going to watch her die?!"
