Rachel Cox hurriedly said, "Hannah King just finished hanging out with her classmates and has now been brought to a bar. I'm afraid she might get into trouble. Can you come with us?"
I glanced at the time subconsciously; it was already 10 p.m.
"Going to a bar this late instead of returning to school? Doesn't she know it's dangerous?" I couldn't help but say with a hint of blame in my voice.
"Ah, they insisted on dragging us here, and we couldn't refuse." Rachel said with a bit of grievance.
"Please come with us, I'm begging you," Rachel said, her voice soft and pleading over the phone.
Although I didn't have a good impression of the Wright family, Hannah was too young. I couldn't just stand by and watch her get into trouble.
"Give me the location. I'll be there in a bit," I said.
At the other end of the line, Rachel's face lit up with happiness. "We're at Starlight KTV, private room 888."
"Got it." I agreed and hung up the phone.
