Leaving the office, Zhou Xinyao felt quite down. Getting criticized by her dad was one thing, but the crucial part was that what she had to do right now was something she absolutely detested.
She picked up her phone, her finger paused at the dial button, unable to press it no matter what. How should she talk to her cousin later? She had already treated him to a meal to express her gratitude, and anything she had to say should have been said then. Now suddenly reaching out felt like a last resort, even though that's exactly what it was.
But her dad had already issued a strict order; whether she wanted to do it or not, she had to do it.
"Forget it," she muttered, pressing the dial button anyway. Eventually, she must face it, so long as she thickened her skin, it wasn't a big deal.
