Xia Lu returned to the hall, searched for Zhou Mingchen everywhere, but couldn't find him.
"Hey, hey, hey," Li Zhao came from behind, reached out, and grabbed her arm, "Where have you been? I got lots of food for you, all made by my brother himself, and let me tell you, my brother is a top chef at a five-star hotel."
At that moment, Xia Lu was in no mood to eat, "Have you seen Zhou Mingchen?"
"Zhou Mingchen?" Li Zhao shook his head, "No." In fact, even if he had seen him, he wouldn't recognize him, "Why don't you just call him?"
"He didn't bring his phone," Xia Lu said.
Zhou Mingchen had told her earlier that it was very disrespectful to have a phone ring suddenly at such a social event and that there was nowhere to put it, as it would ruin the line of the suit if kept in a pocket, so once he entered the venue, he always left his phone outside. Of course, there were exceptions for special circumstances.
