Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi's colleagues couldn't suppress their curiosity.
They edged closer.
She could only reach out to pull Shuangshuang.
Actually, even if Shuangshuang hadn't come to her, she was planning to find time to chat with Shuangshuang.
But now, she had to do her own job well before she could help her friend solve her problems.
Looking at the necklace she gave Shuangshuang, Lin Zhiyi patiently comforted her.
"Shuangshuang, I'm not trying to rush you out. Let's sit down and have a good talk."
Shuangshuang seemed to be triggered and started crying directly.
"I can't wait, Zhiyi. Please, help me. I'm about to get married, but they're sealing our new home. I know you and Third Young Master..."
"Shuangshuang! Don't say anymore." Lin Zhiyi couldn't help but raise her voice.
Just as Gong Chen said, now is not a good time for them.
The vague undercurrents have yet to settle.