Chapter 182 Bill Was Kidnapped

Eight o'clock. The lights were flashing in the bar. On the stage, sexy and enchanting women were dancing around steel tubes with music. In the best view booth, Bob collapsed on the soft leather sofa, drunk. He threw his phone aside casually, and the screen was on. It was in Vivian's WeChat chatting interface. On the top was a 'goodbye' from Vivian. Below were more than a dozen calls that had been hung up, and a message that had not been sent successfully, 'where are you?' The red exclamation points and the not friend verification reminder were particularly dazzling. After a while, his phone suddenly rang. It was the third piano song of Chopin. It was recorded when Bob listened to Vivian’s play for the first time. Later, it was set as the ringtone. Bob suddenly woke up from the chaos. He grabbed the phone and looked in front of him. It was Tina. The light in his eyes dimmed again without a sound. Then he threw the phone far away again, staggered to pick up the nearly-f