An Zixi entered the door and threw her handbag onto the sofa.
Her face was as cold as ice.
An Zixi couldn't quite articulate what she was angry about.
Angry at herself for degrading herself by going to the cinema?
Or angry that Fu Qianyao actually thought she'd enjoy watching her embarrassment?
The thought of herself in the cinema, face stained with tears, made An Zixi wish she could travel back in time, grab herself by the collar, and drag herself out of the theater.
Her assistant, who followed her in, efficiently hung up her down coat and smoothly wheeled her suitcase into the walk-in closet.
An Zixi sensed something was off.
According to her schedule, she was supposed to fly to Magic City in the evening.
She had an audition for a city workplace drama there tomorrow.
The suitcase was all packed up, just waiting for her to return from watching the movie before leaving.
But now, the assistant had wheeled the suitcase back?
"What's going on?"
An Zixi had a bad feeling.
