Luo Yang had to stop in his tracks again.
Upon careful consideration, it's likely that Mo Shuo's place has many rooms.
There might even be a basement.
Worse still, there could be hidden chambers.
For a young man like him, unfamiliar with the Baxiantang Headquarters, it would be really difficult to find a gagged school beauty.
Luo Yang was simply eager to find Hong Jiaxin and didn't want to listen to Aunt Thirteen.
Knowing that Hong Jiaxin was in the main building, he felt less anxious.
Walking to the side of the passenger seat, Luo Yang calmly said, "Aunt Thirteen, where is my class president being kept?"
He guessed it must be in some secret room.
Aunt Thirteen giggled, and Luo Yang really wanted to pinch her cheek to stop her from laughing.
If she wasn't lying, then everything would be fine.
Let her laugh as she liked.
The surroundings were very empty, and her laughter echoed far away.
It was as if only the two of them existed in this world.
