Chi Zaozao had just walked out the door when Ye Que reached for the tablet on the bedside table.
He fiddled with something on the tablet, and within a few minutes, a video popped up on the screen.
The person in the video was none other than Li Luo.
The man's face bore an expression of displeasure as he stared at Ye Que and asked, "How have you been lately?"
Ye Que chuckled wryly, "Pretty good!"
Just earlier, he had sent out the wedding date to the media, planning to hold the wedding next Saturday—ten days away from now.
In the next ten days, he had ample time to prepare for a grand ceremony.
He hadn't expected Li Luo to suddenly show up looking for him.
"Ye Que."
Li Luo's face was heavy with seriousness, as though he had encountered a grave problem.
"Hmm?" Ye Que frowned deeply, staring at the man in the video. Judging by his complexion, things seemed truly off.
"I need your help. Can you come to the Rahada Desert?"
