Lin Junyang has always been Mu Xingfeng's tagalong, which is no secret. If Mu Xingfeng hadn't had Liu Hu as his formal protector, I'm sure Lin Junyang would still be following him around like his little sidekick.
Others might not know Lin Junyang's whereabouts, but Mu Xingfeng definitely would.
"Exactly, Captain. Without Captain Lin here, we can't rehearse our performance," He Qing looked at Captain Tao and his group, singing with a booming voice, with a face full of regret.
That expression seemed to clearly tell him that it's not that they don't want to practice, but without one person, they simply can't.
Mu Xingfeng checked his watch, guessing his wife would be back soon. Making a phone call to her in this auditorium was obviously unrealistic. Even with just four people, the noise here was at least 80 decibels.
"You don't have to wait for Junyang; he's with us," Mu Xingfeng said, greeting Li Dajun, and stood up.
