On the second floor of the Hot Bar, the warmhearted pedestrians sat quietly on their chairs, and nobody spoke. The atmosphere seemed a little depressed.

Zhao Jinger, as the protagonist tonight, was smashed into the cake again. She was in the worst mood. But she was worried about Guan Yu's safety. She could not help saying, "My tender sister and brother have been up for so long. Shall we go up and have a look?"

The tender eyebrows wrinkled slightly, then shook his head and said, "No, my husband will have his own measure!"

"But... Who on earth did my brother go to trouble with? Was he in danger? Zhao...