Kexin wore a beige silk gown, her long hair casually tied into a bun at the back of her head, looking somewhat disheveled.
She had cried, the delicate makeup on her face a bit smeared, her eyes red-rimmed, and the tip of her nose also red, resembling a clown from a circus.
"Secretary Qiao."
She ran up to Qiao En and hugged her.
"Miss An."
Qiao En was taken aback.
The two of them weren't close, not enough to warrant such close contact.
She stood with her hands outstretched, not knowing where to put them.
Kexin was a good half head taller than Qiao En, and held onto Qiao En's shoulders, her entire body weight pressing down on her.
She wasn't heavy, but she felt somewhat weighty.
"Secretary Qiao, Jin'an was beaten up, and he's badly hurt. I'm so scared right now. If Aunt Zhou wakes up and finds out I didn't take good care of Jin'an, she'll definitely scold me to death."
Kexin fell back into her act, insisting on performing in front of Qiao En.
