Shu Pan breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him walk away, noticing her slightly disheveled clothes from the struggle, but thankfully not torn. Leaning against the wall, she slowly stood up.
With difficulty, she retrieved her phone and dialed Gu Shaoting's number.
Quickly, he answered, his deep voice providing Shu Pan with a sense of security. Hearing his voice now, she felt like bursting into tears.
"Shaoting, I'm... in the restroom," Shu Pan struggled to speak, her words disjointed, feeling as if thousands of ants were biting her.
Before she could finish, her phone died.
Gu Shaoting's heart skipped a beat. Shu Pan was in trouble; that was his first thought. He immediately parked his car and headed towards the banquet hall.
Just as Shu Pan ended the call, without even waiting for another ring, he dialed Gu Huanhuan's phone.
"Bro, why are you calling?" Gu Huanhuan was unaware of Shu Pan's situation.