GBT Chapter 81

The rain outside was heavy, drumming against the umbrella. Jiao Bai, holding an umbrella, squatted on the drenched grass, his hand reaching into the greenery, rummaging about haphazardly. "I saw it when I threw it just now, it was right here, how is it gone?" Jiao Bai was practically sparking with anxiety. Damn it, don't let the dog blood start now. He looked around, the hotel was well hidden, and there were no stray cats or dogs roaming around. That meant it had to still be in the grass. Jiao Bai…