The first floor of the studio was where the finished pieces were displayed, and the air conditioning was blasting.
When Si Qingxiao walked over and stopped in front of Yu Zhen, an autumn cicada screeched outside, and Yu Zhen's heart was already lodged in her throat. She felt she needed to greet her, but her throat seemed blocked by something—she couldn't squeeze out a single word.
"Fourth Aunt, this is the sister I told you about, the one who gave me the present." Jiang Xiaowai suddenly spoke up.
"Is that so?" Si Qingxiao sized her up.
"Hello."
Yu Zhen felt her throat so dry it was burning. The cold air around her seemed to surge in from all directions, biting and oppressive.
There was probably nothing that could make her feel more embarrassed than she did right now.
Trying to get someone's contact info, then getting caught red-handed by the person herself—what kind of worse crash could there be?
