"Yanyan? Yanyan, what's wrong with you?" her friend asked upon seeing Tong Qingyan spacing out, giving her a gentle nudge.
Tong Qingyan pursed her lips lightly and didn't reply to her friend, but instead tapped directly into the pushed business card. In that instant, her breath almost seized up.
It was exactly the same as the Immortal Teacher she had seen in the WeChat group before, and there was no mistake in the WeChat ID...
Tong Qingyan's hand suddenly trembled, and she staggered.
A few friends quickly steadied Tong Qingyan, growing somewhat nervous.
"Yanyan, has your period pain become this severe? I remember you were much better than Su Ruan. This competition is of great significance to you, hang on."
They were a close group of friends who had their own private chat, and during this time, Tong Qingyan always talked about how exhausting it was studying with the Immortal Teacher and how incredibly important this competition was to her.
