The concert was over in just two hours, with everyone busily wrapping things up. Yet, the expressions on their faces couldn't relax because the end of the concert meant that the countdown to that incident had begun.
"Luo Yanran, go and ask which flights those two are taking to leave. Don't let them stay here," with a night sky full of stars, the Milky Way was clearly visible. Qin Nuan sat in the tent, wiping her own hair. She had just finished washing up and checking out of the hotel, and they had come straight here without even time to dry their hair.
"No need to ask, they've already followed us here and won't be leaving." Luo Yanran pouted and pointed to two other tents: "Since they returned to help, it doesn't make sense to leave halfway. 'Send Buddha to the west'—that's what the two said."
