"Zhaodi!"
Han Ruochen was scared out of her wits when she saw a dark shadow fall over her. She thought that this was a new scheme that Yang Jianming had cooked up for her; never did she think that it was Tong Zhaodi who was waiting for her.
"Sister Han, did I disturb you?"
Han Ruochen patted her chest as she tried to ease her heartbeat that was getting higher with each passing second. "Zhaodi, what —just what are you doing here? Why did you fall over inside like this? What were you doing?"
Just now, Tong Zhaodi fell over and scared her so much that she thought for a second that she was going to die all over again. She looked at Tong Zhaodi, whose complexion was pale and who had dark circles under her eyes. "Were you acting like a thief? Why did you become like this in just a few hours?"
