After hanging up the phone, Lan Xiu turned on his computer and entered the interface for tracking market trends, his thin lips quirking up with a cold smile.
In her bedroom, Yuanya sat in a daze against the headboard of her bed, clenching the broken remnants of her cell phone. It was broken...
Her eyes were still red, her cheeks covered in dried tears, lost in thought.
The sound of knocking echoed, "Miss Yuan, may I come in?"
"Come in," her voice hoarse.
The maid opened the door and with utmost respect asked, "Does Miss Yuan want to eat something?"
She shook her head, "No need, I'm not hungry."
The maid hesitated for a moment, kindly advising, "Regardless, you should take care of your health. If you're not hungry, then you should get some rest."
Yuanya forced a small smile, "Thank you. You should also rest soon."
The maid retreated, slinking around a corner where she couldn't be seen and entered a small compartment on the floor.
