After sending the message, Xia Cha's heart was pounding rapidly.
F*ck, she had never been this nervous even in front of the media and fans at her press conference.
After the message was sent, she kept her eyes on the inbox.
One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed…
One hour passed, two hours passed…
Xia Cha's eyes were sore.
She threw her phone on the bed, picked up the pillow, and punched it a few times.
This sort of heart-piercing feeling was really uncomfortable!
Her face was tense as she cursed Huo Heng in her heart.
Xia Cha did not know how she fell asleep, but she would wake up at the slightest movement on her phone. She repeated it several times, raising her hopes then getting disappointed, before she turned off her phone.
When she woke up the next day, there was a faint shadow under her eyes.
She looked listless.
