Lu Zhiyan's words had just been spoken when a flicker of sadness flashed through Fang Zhiwei's eyes, disappearing in an instant.
"Sorry, Xiaocha, I made you worry."
"Sister Fang, I'm just worried about you."
Jing Xiaocha pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking with concern, "You went with me to the restroom, but I waited forever and you didn't come back. I called your phone, but it was turned off. At that moment, I thought something had happened to you."
Perhaps Jing Xiaocha had genuinely been scared and was still feeling residual fear, or maybe her acting skills were strong. As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly.
