"What key?" Gu Zhihan lifted his eyes impatiently for a glance at him.
The boy hadn't expected his tone to be so fierce, and he touched his nose, adding, "I mean the key to the prop jail from our stage drama just now."
Mention of this caused Gu Zhihan's brows to furrow again, as he instinctively looked at his empty palms and apologized, "It seems I've lost it."
In his rush to take Luo Mengmeng to the infirmary, he seemed to have carelessly lost the key…
"Lost it!?" The boy was stunned for a couple of seconds, his face falling, "Then what are we supposed to do? How can Xu Wenting get out of the prop jail without the key?"
"It's none of our business, just go already, stop bothering people." As soon as Tong Mo heard the name of that slut, she bluntly issued an order to get rid of him.
Whether she can get out of the prop cage or not, what does it have to do with them?
The boy could only leave, sheepishly, to find another way to free Xu Wenting.
