The rest area was Li Fengchang's most private space, yet Ye Fuling barged in, and even took the liberty of… taking a shower there?!
Amy felt like her entire worldview was crumbling.
Amy took a deep breath, without even looking at Li Fengchang's expression she felt an ominous tension, as if a storm was brewing.
Whoosh—
The door to the bathroom opened, and amidst the steaming mist, Ye Fuling emerged, wrapped in nothing but a white towel.
The towel was not long, the moment the door opened.
But in just a second, she was as if struck by lightning, her whole body rigidly frozen at the bathroom doorway.
Li Fengchang, Amy, and an unfamiliar blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign girl, three pairs of eyes, filled with different emotions, gazed at her.
Indifference, scrutiny, curiosity, embarrassment, questioning… Each emotion made her feel exceedingly uncomfortable.
