Madam Was In This Presidential Suite

Hotel, presidential suite.

Ning Qing came out of the bathroom with a clean towel in one hand to wipe her hair. At this moment, the melodious ringtone of her phone rang. She had a call.

"Hello, Xiao Tian." She picked up the call.

Xiao Tian's anxious sobs were quickly transmitted over. "Mrs. Ning, something bad has happened. There was an accident at Yunlong's concert. Many fans were injured during the stampede."

Ning Qing frowned. "What happened? Stampede?"

For a big-name singer like Liu Yunlong to hold a concert, the security measures had to be the most comprehensive. There were many layers of security throughout the venue. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any accidents.