Xia Lin stood at the door, knocking urgently, "Miss Qiao, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you feeling dizzy? Shall I bring you a glass of milk first?"
"No need..."
Qiao An was not dizzy, but had a headache, and felt panicky...
...
West City Villa.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Meng had been living in the villa for a week.
That week had flown by. Every day she hung out with Song Yiheng, eating, drinking, and even playing video games together in the evening, which felt great.
When Lu Yin's call came, Lu Meng, at first resentfully, did not want to answer. But later, considering the serious consequences of not answering, she reluctantly picked up.
"Hello?"
"I'll be going to S Country in a few days. Get ready; you'll come back with me and Little Nuomi," Lu Yin said in a cold voice, commanding.
Lu Meng hummed unhappily. She was already an adult—why should she have to go back to the country just because he said so?
"I'm not going back," Lu Meng refused bluntly.
