Qiao Zhiyi's mind was struck by a flash of white light at that moment.
She was stunned.
Was this a case of speaking something into existence?
Shi Jingzhou got dressed, "I'll go take a look."
"I'll come with you," Qiao Zhiyi said, completely subconsciously.
Shi Jingzhou looked at her, "At a time like this, she probably doesn't want to see you."
Qiao Zhiyi was frozen in place.
She couldn't tell what his words meant anymore.
Was it for Qin Mengsha's sake, or for hers?
"Don't easily shut off my phone again," Shi Jingzhou walked to the door and turned to add another sentence.
His words struck Qiao Zhiyi's heart like a sharp knife.
Qiao Zhiyi felt a dull pain in her chest, very oppressive, very uncomfortable.
Her scalp tingled, and her feet felt like they were floating.
So, he was blaming her.
That was certain.
Perhaps even the heavens felt the need to provide a backdrop for her mood at the moment, for it started to rain again.
