As soon as those words were uttered, the scene suddenly heated up.
You looked at me, I looked at you, eyes darting in every direction.
"Where is the person? Where exactly? Who is it?" Zhan Nanqing's head shook like a rattle-drum as she looked left, right, up, and down.
Finally, she spotted Qiao Jing.
"Where is Professor Qiao? Which one is she?"
"I won't say," Qiao Jing replied indifferently.
"Tch! Stingy! I'll find out myself!" Zhan Nanqing, like everyone else present, began searching around the venue.
Zhan Qipei came over to Qiao Jing, "Did you already know that Professor Qiao wouldn't come?"
"Before we even entered, I said she wouldn't show up, but nobody believed me."
Hearing this, Zhan Nanqing turned around, rolled her eyes at Qiao Jing, and continued searching through the crowd.
Zhan Qipei, however, did not join in the search. He knew that Professor Qiao didn't want to be discovered and must have hidden herself well; even if he searched, he might not find her.