In the following days, Xu Xiaoqing was rushing from one interview to another without a break.
"So tired!"
After almost a week of absence, Xu Xiaoqing suddenly burst into the living room, tossed her little blazer onto a chair, kicked off her high heels, and collapsed onto the sofa.
Xu Ruolan was sitting cross-legged, practicing the "Ice Heart Technique," with her eyes closed and motionless, as if she were a jade sculpture.
"You know, as someone who is about to enter the workforce, can you be a bit more composed? Look at your sister, she never kicks her high heels up to the second floor when she comes home!"
Ning Fan, holding a teacup, looked at the exhausted Xu Xiaoqing, his words full of mockery.
"Tch, you didn't see how my sister was when she first started working!"
Xu Xiaoqing buried her face deep into the pillow, as if determined to lie there for ten thousand years.
