*

But it was as if he was dissatisfied with Yan Ci's constant questioning.

When Yan Ci fell silent, Yan Xianjue suddenly asked him, "By the way, why did you bring a telescope to the dinner?"

Yan Ci immediately put Zhuang Yuefeng's matter aside.

At this moment, he felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

Can you please not discuss such brain-intensive topics while driving?

He wanted to regain a sense of reality, but it wasn't this kind of reality!

I racked my brains to give a speech at the banquet.

I racked my brains for the banquet speech.

I pondered over the banquet speech.

I can't think of a speech for the banquet.

He didn't bring the telescope!

Why doesn’t Yan Xianjue ask his mother!

Why do you treat him like this when he is weak, pitiful and helpless?

Fortunately, Yan Xianjue seemed to be just teasing him with bad intentions.

There's no intention to really delve into it.

After saying that, he closed his eyes and took a nap.

*

In the guest room of Genting Hotel after they left.

The agent thought about it and still felt something was wrong: "I think I heard it again."

Seeing how serious he was, Zhuang Yushu, who was halfway through counting his bankbook, hesitated: "Then should we go out and take a look?"

But seeing his agent's expression, it would be reassuring to just take a look. What if someone really needs help? It wouldn't take much effort to just take a look.

The agent hesitated and said, "Let me call the front desk first."

Zhuang Yushu nodded indifferently, since he didn't hear anything anyway.

The agent called the hotel to describe the situation and received a reply that they would send someone to look into it.

He hung up the phone and touched his chin: "I always feel that the other party is a little perfunctory? Is it my illusion?"