The next morning, in the hotel restaurant.
A bowl of millet porridge sat on the table in front of Rong Taotao, and his chopsticks held a bean paste bun, but all his attention was focused on the phone in his other hand.
"Taotao, which hotel are you guys staying at? I'll come find you and hang out, okay?"
The message had been sent at one in the morning. 'Does this Ye Nanxi even sleep?'
'I know the Imperial Capital City is your home turf and you can run wild as you please, but the competition is tomorrow. You're…'
After some thought, Rong Taotao typed back: "Hang out? What hang out? Focus on the competition! There are only a few venues, we're bound to run into each other eventually."
After replying to the WeChat message, Rong Taotao took a bite of his bean paste bun and opened his social media app.
