"You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Let's just mind our own business."
Qiao Xi believed he should have understood the implicit message.
Bei Bei opened the door, Qiao Xi turned and entered the suite, and Shen Dang walked toward the room opposite hers.
The two doors closed one after the other.
Qiao Xi sat on the sofa, leaned back, casually placed her bag beside her, and rubbed her temples.
Somehow, she felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest. It was a difficult feeling to describe, just uncomfortable.
Her head felt swollen too.
"Sister Xi, you must be exhausted today. Should I run a bath for you to relax a bit?"
Bei Bei leaned against the back of the sofa, staring intently at Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi tapped her phone to unlock it, her profile serene and delicate: "Don't bother, just rest."
"Alright then."
Bei Bei sat beside the sofa, idly scrolling through Weibo.
She suddenly exclaimed, "Sister Xi, you're trending!"
