Zi Xin, who had been meticulously dressing herself in front of the mirror, suddenly heard the prompt tone of WeChat on her phone. She picked it up and her face turned pale instantly.
The color drained from her face, her eyes became vacant, and her emotions edged toward collapse. She was utterly panicked and didn't know what to do. Acting on pure instinct, she made her way to Liao Xingran's room.
At this moment, she could only turn to Liao Xingran for help.
Liao Xingran was in the middle of doing her makeup when she heard an urgent knocking at her door, her eyebrows involuntarily furrowing.
As she approached the door and saw through the peephole that the visitor was Zi Xin, her frown deepened.
How could this person be so annoying? Why was she coming to her so early in the morning?
Although Liao Xingran really didn't want to open the door for her, Zi Xin was still useful to her at the moment, so she had to endure it for now.
