He was obviously going to give Xiao Qian the juice, but he...
Thinking of Leng Zirui's reminder, Leng Zimo's heart tightened.
This bastard, is he trying to do something in the juice?
Feeling anxious, Leng Zimo walked towards the stairs.
At this time, Leng Zirui had also strode in and hurriedly chased him.
"What's wrong?"
"Locke took away the juice." Leng Zimo raised his chin toward the second floor.
"Go back and I'll take care of it." Leng Zirui whispered to him and hurried downstairs. Instead of going to the second floor, he went directly to the door of Luo Xiaoqian's room on the third floor and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Luo Xiaoqian's voice sounded slightly weak inside the door.
Leng Zirui pushed the door open and said, "Sissi, it's me, are you okay?"
"Much better." Luo Xiaoqian smiled at him, "Where is Miss Xu?"
"Oh, she is still by the lake. I was worried that you would get a headache after hearing her voice, so I didn't dare to bring her over." Leng Zirui said with a smile.
"This has nothing to do with her." Luo Xiaoqian shook her head hurriedly, "It's my personal reason and has nothing to do with Xu Xia."
Leng Zirui shrugged, "Her singing is indeed a bit unpleasant."
"How come, I think she is very good, really very good..."
"Juice is here!" Locke walked in holding two glasses of juice. He was slightly startled when he saw Leng Zirui in the bedroom, "ROY?"
"I came to see Sissi and apologize to you."
Leng Zirui's eyes glanced at the juice in his hand. The two glasses of juice didn't look any different, except that one had a straw in it and the other didn't.
"It doesn't matter, I know you didn't mean it." Locke shrugged, "Okay, you go take care of Xu Xia, I'm here."
"Actually..." Leng Zirui deliberately looked very embarrassed, walked over, hugged Locke's shoulders, and led him to the terrace, "Actually, I found a person who is very suspicious."
"Who?" Locke looked at him with some confusion.
"Sissi!" Leng Zirui raised his chin towards Luo Xiaoqian.
"Sissi?" Locke turned and looked at Luo Xiaoqian.
Leng Zirui saw the opportunity, raised his hand, pinched the straw, and put it into another cup.
"I don't understand." Locke looked away, "What exactly do you want to say."
"You should have heard of that song. The song Xu Xia sang just now was written by Luo Xiaoqian. Don't you think it's strange that she suddenly has a headache? I'm a little worried..."
"Are you worried about what she is remembering?" Locke took over.
"Yes, so I came here to remind you of this." Leng Zirui spread his palms apologetically, "I will leave Xu Xia immediately tomorrow morning. You'd better send her back to the island as soon as possible, just in case.
one."
"I understand." Locke nodded slightly, his tone firm and confident, "Even if she really thinks of something, she will never escape from my grasp."
"Wish you good luck!" Leng Zirui patted him on the shoulder, casually took the glass of juice with the straw removed from the tray held by Locke, strode out of the terrace, raised his palm to Luo Xiaoqian,
"Sissi, have a good rest and good night."
"Good night!" Luo Xiaoqian responded politely.
Locke lowered his head and glanced at the juice on the tray. He saw that the cup with the straw was still in his hand. He was relieved. He walked back with a smile and put the tray on the table. He took the juice and sent it to Locke.
