Meanwhile, on the other side of Waterland City.
Rosalind Louise was lying on a soft, comfortable, beige sofa, her enchanting and elegant face was adorned with a persistent, peculiar smile.
After briefly replying to a message, Rosalind's delicate body was curled up on the sofa, devoid of any strength.
She used her hand to cover her rosy lips, trying to stifle the laughter developing within her.
Many people thought she had a cold demeanor, but little did they know that she was someone who easily found amusement in small things.
"Pfft!"
In the end, she couldn't hold back her laughter completely. Rosalind began to laugh out loud, her guffaws gradually filled the room.
"Hahaha…cough, cough."
Perhaps laughing too heartily, Rosalind suddenly coughed twice. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed a good laugh like this.
