Only a handful of people paid attention when Lu Yizhou and Ellen entered, one of them was Olivia. At first, she only swept them a glance. However, it was unknown what she had seen as she whipped her head around once again and stared at Lu Yizhou's back for a second too long, her brows furrowing.
Ji Yan was still engaged in the passionate argument with the beer-bellied middle aged man who looked more and more purple by each second.
He clutched his stomach with a desperate look, sweat running down his face in buckets. "I am telling the truth! My stomach is really hurting! It's not me alone. Look at them!" He pointed at a few people who were scattered around the hall. "They are also experiencing the same thing as I do!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!