Inside the company, Madina was wearing a white long dress, topped with a floral sun hat, and paired with dark sunglasses, which from a distance gave off an icy demeanor.
Next to her stood Linda, her clothing disheveled, unmistakably yawning—she obviously hadn't fully woken up. Looking at Madina like this, the light shining in her eyes was akin to that of regarding someone mentally unwell.
Because early in the morning, a little past five, Madina had already gotten up and prepared herself, while Linda was still in bed and was abruptly dragged out of it.
Moreover, Madina had gotten ready so quickly, completely overturning Linda's impression of her. Usually, it was Madina who couldn't get up, needing to be called several times by Linda before she would rise. Today, however, the roles had reversed.
Although Linda couldn't believe it, she was truly exhausted. There just wasn't time to deal with Madina, who was acting up. Besides, it was all insiders here, so she let her have her way.
