[Just throw it in the mailbox!]
Gu Qingqiu flipped through these things: "There's also a feedback form here, do I have to fill it out? Send it out?"
"Alumni, fill out these few forms."
Lin Baici arranged.
"Okay!"
Gu Qingqiu nodded: "Then what about this reagent? Should we use it?"
"No need!"
Lin Baici chose not to rest, knowing that Pan Junjie and his group would definitely come over: "When someone asks about this form later, don't say anything!"
San Miyairi glanced at Lin Baici because of this sentence.
Did Lord Lin already know something?
...
Fifteen minutes later.
The hoodie guy, who had been watching the clown through the peephole, exclaimed excitedly: "Pan God, it's gone, it's gone!"
The suit-clad clown exited the Dongying people's room after completing his sales pitch to the last suite guest, and then left this floor.
"Are you sure?"
Pan Junjie came over to personally confirm.
"Should we hurry and consult with God Lin?"
The hoodie guy urged.
