"Where is Ying Ming Hao?!"
Lin Qinqin shouted as she anxiously scanned the entire dining hall, but Ying Ming Hao was nowhere to be seen.
An inexplicable anger rose in her heart, and she silently wondered, Where on earth did that fellow go?
Could he be hiding something from us that can't bear the light of day?
Meanwhile, Fatty Zhang clicked his tongue in wonder. "Could Junior Brother Ying have stumbled into something delightful and deliberately avoided us?!"
His crafty little eyes blinked, seemingly brimming with guesses and flights of fancy about Ying Ming Hao's whereabouts.
Hearing this, the others cast suspicious looks at Huang Rong. After all, she had said Ying Ming Hao was eating here, so she must know something.
Under their peculiar gazes, Huang Rong's face grew scorching hot, as though it had been burned by fire.
Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a reasonable explanation to put their doubts to rest.
Yet no matter how hard she thought, her mind remained utterly blank. She could not find a suitable excuse.
Just as Huang Rong was sinking into unbearable embarrassment, a crisp cough rang out.
"Ahem, ahem... what are you all doing?"
Then Ying Ming Hao appeared like a ghost around the corner by the stairs.
He casually flicked his wrists, scattering droplets of water, then surveyed the group before him with a thoroughly curious expression.
"Junior Brother Ying, where have you been?
"You had everyone worried sick!
"We thought something had happened to you!"
Jiang Lingfeng spoke with a smile that never reached his eyes. His eyes darted about before scanning Ying Ming Hao from head to toe like a scanner, as though he hoped to see through his appearance and uncover some secret.
"Oh, come on~ I just needed the