For a moment, Zheng Qing couldn't fathom what that subtle emotion meant.
But the emergency gathering order from the Assistant Team was no joke.
He didn't have time to think it through. He put on his hood, hung four Armor Horse Charms, took the hot cocoa handed by the chubby guy, and amidst sighs, transformed into a wisp of smoke and vanished from Dorm 403.
The Assistant Team's main meeting room was at the end of the third floor of the office building.
The last time Zheng Qing was at this office was two weeks ago on a Sunday, March 14th in the morning, when he attended a meeting regarding the 'Little Hand Task.' Taking reference from the slightly awkward experience last time, he didn't wear the Red Gown of Jiuyou Academy this time, instead, he changed into a black robe.
But reality seemed to be playing tricks on him.
