Upon hearing this, Mo Anran froze, feeling a sense of helplessness as if she had made a fool of herself.

Song Minghe didn't dare to go against Quan Jingzhou, so he tried to salvage the situation by saying, "Jingzhou, no matter what our relationship is now, we were friends before. Do you really want to go to court?"

Quan Jingzhou's brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to speak when his phone rang.

Xu Yi's number was flashing on the screen.

He swiped to answer his phone, "What is it?"

"Young Master, is the young mistress with you?" Xu Yi's voice on the phone had lost its usual calm.

Quan Jingzhou had instructed him beforehand to secretly protect the young mistress.

As it turned out, Xu Yi only went to the restroom for a short while, and when he came out, Yu Guanguan was gone.

I searched the entire venue, but couldn't find him anywhere.

When I contacted Su Qingche, she also said she hadn't seen him.

Fearing something might have gone wrong, Xu Yi quickly called Quan Jingzhou to see if the two were together.

Quan Jingzhou's hand gripping the phone tightened suddenly, a sense of unease washing over him.

"Have you called the young mistress?"

"I've already dialed, now I'm turning off my phone."

"I'll be right there. You can look around the hotel area first."

Quan Jingzhou hung up the phone, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Song Minghe and Mo Anran. "Did you do this?"

"Wh-what?"

Song Minghe was taken aback, not understanding why.

Mo Anran's expression remained sorrowful. "Jingzhou, what are you talking about?"

But the hint of guilt in her eyes did not escape Quan Jingzhou's notice.

He strode over slowly, his long legs carrying him, and placed his slender fingers on Mo Anran's leg.

A broken leg bone? Can't be a model anymore?

The magnetic voice was incredibly calm, yet his eyes held a cold, deep intensity that instilled in Mo Anran a sense of impending doom.

She forced a smile and said, "Jing... Jingzhou, what are you saying? I don't understand."

"Oh……"

Quan Jingzhou cruelly curled the corners of his mouth, tightened his grip, and fiercely squeezed Mo Anran's ankle.

"Ouch...it hurts."

Cold sweat immediately streamed down Mo Anran's pale cheeks. Amidst the excruciating pain, she could even hear the sound of bones dislocating.

"Jingzhou, what are you doing? Let go!" Song Minghe shouted anxiously. "Her leg is already injured. Do you want to cripple her?"

Qin Huan stepped forward and blocked his shoulder, "Don't get so agitated, Jingzhou is just thinking about something."

As Quan Jingzhou's good friends, Lou Mochen and Qin Huan both guessed that the problem lay in that phone call.

A little thought reveals that something must have happened to Yu Guanguan.

Otherwise, Quan Jingzhou wouldn't have lost his composure.

"I'll ask you one last time..." Quan Jingzhou said in a deep voice, "Where is she? Did you do this?"

A flicker of panic crossed Mo Anran's eyes as she feigned innocence and said, "What... what are you saying? I don't understand."

But what he was thinking was, "Could it be that that idiot Yu Ziling failed?"

"It would be best if none of you understood, otherwise, I will make you pay the full price."

Quan Jingzhou's well-defined fingers were stained with Mo Anran's blood. He grabbed a tissue, wiped them off, and tossed them on the ground. "Take good care of yourself. I'm leaving now."

He immediately turned around and rushed out of the room.

Mo Anran got up to chase after him, but her legs were gripped so tightly by Quan Jingzhou that she lost all feeling in them and couldn't move for a long time.

She anxiously instructed Song Minghe, "Minghe, hurry up and bring them back. We can't let Jingzhou find Yu Guanguan."

Song Minghe was shocked. "What did you do now? Didn't I tell you not to act rashly?"