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More than ten minutes later, Ji Zhiyao came out with a sallow face and dropped into his seat.
Mo Huaifeng asked concernedly, "Still hurts?"
"Much better than earlier."
With that, he looked towards Nuo. Nuo raised both his hands in a surrendering position. "I really didn't drug the food! Believe me!"
Ji Zhiyao gave him an eye roll, he no longer had the energy to continue a nonsensical talk with Nuo, and only wanted to return to the hotel for a nap.
Everyone also had their fill, hence they walked out and took a taxi back to their hotel together.
Yuan Wei and the others stayed behind to settle the taxi fare whereas Ji Zhiyao and Mo Huaifeng took the elevator up first. Once the doors of the elevator opened, they saw Ji Qingge seated on the sofa outside playing her phone. She'd gone to watch their competition in the morning but had returned to the hotel before them in the afternoon since she was tired.