Worry

The surroundings fell into deep silence.

Jiang Zhiyuan opened her mouth slightly, and her pale lips trembled slightly in disbelief. She wanted to say something, but she realized that her throat was dry and that her chest had become tight.

She couldn't say a single word, and her face burned. Rong Xiu's one sentence humiliated her even more than the slap Liang Xiaoxiao gave her previously!

Disturbed… Chu Yue's… sleep?! Could my life and death be less important than that person's sleep? Jiang Zhiyuan didn't ask this because she could already tell the answer from Rong Xiu's annoyed and cold face.

The pair of phoenix eyes looking at her was cold, heartless, and distant, without any hint of friendship!

All the strength in Jiang Zhiyuan's body seemed to be emptied as she collapsed onto the ground.

Nobody went to help her up.

The ground was icy cold as if it had sunk into her blood, and it was so cold that she trembled.