It was practically the instant Li Mingyu's words had fallen silent.
Ye Xiao had reacted.
Despite such a calm visage, she adjusted a few micro-expressions, and immediately took on the persona of the character in the play.
Li Mingyu stared intently at her.
The recommendation of a good friend had filled her with enormous expectations for Ye Xiao.
Could she be the leading lady she had been waiting for?
Ye Xiao, too, mimed the action of pushing open a door, and opened it.
Then.
She looked up and saw the person on the ground, close to death.
Li Mingyu's eyes blinked observantly, watching every micro-expression on Ye Xiao's face.
Upon discovering a person close to death, Ye Xiao's expression hardly changed; she used a few micro-expressions to convey a slight surprise, then, turning around, it seemed someone was outside the door, Ye Xiao blocked the line of sight and said with a smile, "It's fine to drop me off here, my place is a mess, come over some other time."
