Jiang Lan watched for a while, then started yawning nonstop.
There was no helping it—it was simply too boring. He might as well have stayed home and slept.
With that thought, Jiang Lan glanced at Shui Yue'er and prepared to curl up in her arms for a nap.
At that moment, Ning Rongrong leaned close to Jiang Lan and whispered, "Little Guga, I need your help with something."
Jiang Lan looked at Ning Rongrong in confusion. "What is it?"
Ning Rongrong whispered, "Zhuqing hasn't been in a good mood since she came back last night. I was hoping you could go talk to her."
Jiang Lan glanced at the match still dragging on in the arena, then at Ning Rongrong's unusually serious little face. Without another word, he slid down from Shui Yue'er's arms. "Come on, let's go see Sister Zhuqing."
Ning Rongrong bent down and picked him up. After greeting Shui Bing'er, she left her seat.
Doro quickly followed after them, her tiny legs moving at top speed, afraid she would be left behind.
Back at the hotel, Ning Rongrong carried Jiang Lan straight upstairs and gently knocked on Zhu Zhuqing's door.
"Zhuqing, it's Jiang Lan and me." Ning Rongrong kept her voice very soft.
After waiting for a while, the door finally opened a crack from inside.
Zhu Zhuqing stood behind the door with her black hair loose around her shoulders. Her eyes were slightly red; she had clearly been crying.
When she saw Jiang Lan in Ning Rongrong's arms, she froze for a moment before stepping aside.
Jiang Lan jumped down from Ning Rongrong's arms, looked up at Zhu Zhuqing, then ran over on his short little legs and hugged her thigh. In a babyish voice, he cried, "Sister Zhuqing, I got bullied. Please comfort me."
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