"Xiaoxiao?"

The studio is not very big. Zhu Mo saw the whole studio at a glance. There is no trace of Lu Xiaoxiao at all.

Everything that happened before flashed through my mind like a walking horse lantern. Turning his head, he went out of the studio, grabbed a passing staff member and asked, "What about Lu Xiaoxiao?".

He's a man who's always in a frightening mood, and now he's talking so hard that his young girl shivers and dares not speak, and her face turns white.

"Amo, what are you doing?"

Lu Xiaoxiao stood at the entrance of the stairs with a large bag of snacks and looked at...