After she had eaten her fill, she went into the studio to look at the cotton dolls neatly arranged, and she was quite satisfied as she picked up two to take back to her room.
Her phone was still vibrating.
She always felt that Liu Huaiying, having lost her father at this time, must be feeling down; perhaps she was annoyed with someone and had taken it out on her.
She didn't want to understand, nor did she want to know too much. She was not keen on staying by Xu Jingxi's side and learning things she shouldn't know.
In such a maelstrom, a person as ordinary as her couldn't cope.
As she walked into the wardrobe to find her pajamas, she browsed her social circle on her phone—simple and down-to-earth, filled with food, fun, and work gripes. Sometimes she was especially curious about who was in Xu Jingxi's WeChat friends list. Were they beauties or buddies?
When she took off her bracelet to place it in the locker, she accidentally opened a small drawer she had never opened before.
