The meeting did not continue. No matter how much it was discussed, everything depended on Hell's Movie's response. Besides, even if Hell's Movie issued a notification, there would still be time for further discussion. Rather than endlessly dwelling on it, it was better to let the tense nerves relax during this brief moment of safety.
Qian Cangyi lay on the bed. An unusual knocking sound reached his ears, prompting him to open his eyes and turn to look at the door.
"Why does it sound like someone is lightly bumping against the door? And it's right in the middle."
Clearly, no one in the Hell's Return team would be pulling pranks at this time.
Qian Cangyi got up and approached the door, gently pulling it open, only to be startled to find Salty Egg Yolk sitting in front of the door. Salty Egg Yolk's eyes blinked brightly, and it carried a piece of white paper in its mouth. The back of the paper was facing Qian Cangyi, so the contents were unclear.
