When Lin Jiao woke up, the warm sun shone in from the window and cast its ray on the dust particles floating in the room, making it look surreal.
She sat up weakly and reached for the glass on the bedside table.
The cold water flowed down her throat, alleviating the discomfort and dryness, and also clearing her chaotic thoughts.
Buzz—Buzz—
Lin Jiao glanced at the caller and answered the call after some hesitation.
Her tone was cold as she asked, "What do you want?"
"Sister Jiao, are you free this afternoon?" Song Zhen was very polite. "Brother Quan wants to transfer a shop to you. You have to come over and sign it."
"I'm busy."
"Then do you want me to bring it over for you to sign?"
Lin Jiao said sternly, "I told Gu Quan very clearly that I don't want anything from him."
"That's not what you said when you were swiping his card. What's the point of pretending?"
"He Qi, what are you doing?"
