"What's wrong?" Han Mengying could sense that Qi Fan was showing clear signs of panic and anxiety, even with the mask covering him.
Qi Fan didn't even sit down in his seat: "Not a single 'Blood Pack' has extended an invitation to me.
"The invitations I sent proactively also received no response at all.
"I originally thought that since this plan was just beginning to wrap up officially, our coordination with the 'Blood Pack' would be quite chaotic, and it was normal for some players to miss out or not match within one or two rounds.
"But then I thought again, and realized something was wrong.
"So I quickly invited you first, to report to you."
Han Mengying nodded silently: "Hmm, you did the right thing.
"More than one 'Blood Pack' sent me game invitations normally. If I hadn't waited for you, and you hadn't come looking for me actively, I might have been kept in the dark until the game ended.
"This definitely isn't a coincidence.
"Sit down first, let me think..."
