Yan Luo bought Brother Qi some non-spicy malatang and a bag of ointment for his injuries, and then the two of us headed back, sipping on milk tea.
Before we even reached the hotel, the intersection was unusually congested. Police officers were out maintaining order, yet people were still surging forward, holding up phones and long-lens cameras. From a distance, I heard someone shout, "Yan Qi, I love you!" It was a man, too. The crowd erupted into a frenzy.
Yan Luo frowned, shielding me as he navigated through the crowd toward the back entrance. The front entrance was packed solid, but the back was relatively clear, with the hotel having set up a perimeter to ensure access. As we passed through the lobby, I looked out the glass doors to see a sea of black heads swarming outside; with all the deafening noise, it was like a zombie apocalypse.
Chapter 211