The more she read, the more her heart raced, the more her heart chilled, and at the same time, a sense of ominous premonition washed over her.
So much so, that she couldn't sleep peacefully all night; when she got up the next day, the skin under her eyes was even more bruised and black, and she was slow to respond.
The next day, she tried to contact Lu Jincheng's secretary to pick up Lu Qiancheng.
She made several calls before the line was finally answered.
"Hello? Is this Lu Jincheng's secretary? This is Ji Yao."
Upon hearing the name Ji Yao, there was a momentary pause on the other end, followed by a slightly weary voice.
"Oh, it's Miss Ji who's calling me. What can I do for you?"
The moment she heard that voice, Ji Yao's heart tightened.
She took a deep breath and stated her purpose.