The makeup artist finished speaking and went downstairs.
Zhuo Ya watched the makeup artist's retreating figure and picked up her phone to call Xiao Wan.
Xiao Wan's phone could not be reached at all.
Zhuo Ya's heart suddenly sank.
Xiao Wan would not simply ignore calls for no reason.
Something must have happened.
Zhuo Ya, not giving up, continued to call Xiao Wan, but still, Xiao Wan did not answer.
Zhuo Ya's mood plummeted in an instant.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Zhuo Ya thought it was Xiao Wan returning. She looked up at the door, only to see a man wearing a mask walking towards her.
"Who are you?"
The man did not respond to Zhuo Ya; he walked straight to her, took out a spray bottle from behind, and sprayed it at Zhuo Ya before she could react.
A strange fragrance spread through the air. Smelling the scent, Zhuo Ya's vision went black, and she fainted.
The man looked at the unconscious Zhuo Ya, bent down, and picked her up.