"Whoosh..."
The hairdryer continuously blasted out waves of heat. Sitting at her vanity, Su Yue lifted a slender hand and ran her fingers through her soft hair.
After a short while, she had finished drying her damp hair.
Once her hair was dry, Su Yue reached out and pulled off the bath towel wrapped around her, revealing her stunning figure for a brief moment.
A moment later, Su Yue emerged from the bedroom, her figure swaying gracefully in a flimsy, white silk slip dress.
Upon reaching the living room, she was about to grab her phone to ask Lin Li to play some games with her.
Just then, her phone rang. It was a video call from her mother, Zheng Qiuyi.
DING-DONG.
Her slender finger tapped the screen, answering the call.
An ageless woman with a face mask on appeared on the screen, leaning against her headboard in a white bathrobe.
"Mom, what's up?" Su Yue asked.
"Do I need a reason to call my own daughter?" Zheng Qiuyi retorted, gently tapping the mask on her face.
