Chi Ying could no longer bear to listen, and despite the discomfort in her body, she swiftly turned over, got up, and locked the door from the inside.
Then she walked over and locked the windows as well.
She even pushed a bookshelf over to completely block it.
Si Chen, "..."
He had just realized the door wasn't shut.
A flash of irritation crossed his mind.
He tried to twist the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Annoyed, he growled lowly, "Why did you lock the door?"
"Achen, what's wrong?" It wasn't until Miss Fu Qin spoke again on the phone that he realized he hadn't hung up yet.
The loss of control made him even more upset, "It's nothing, I'll be back soon, you go ahead and eat!"
He then hung up the phone directly.
Miss Fu Qin, her face turning pale from anger, faintly felt threatened.
It seemed that the woman, Chi Ying, was not to be underestimated.
She snorted coldly at the bottom of her heart, a trace of coldness flickering in her eyes.
This couldn't go on unchecked.
