It was eight in the evening. The cold wind blew over and seeped into her bones. It moved up along her slippers to her feet, which didn't have any socks. Her silk sleeping pants were comfortable when worn at home. They were freezing cold on her now. They were so cold that Qian Zheng felt as though she was in the Arctic.
She could not help but rub her hands and look up at the door again.
She was not stupid.
She knew that Fang Yi was putting her down.
Thinking about how she had humiliated this person yesterday, it was only natural for Fang Yi to bully her today. Hence, Qian Zheng did not knock on the door again. Instead, she stood outside in a daze and waited.
She looked down at the time and realized that it was already 9 PM.
She rubbed her hands and continued walking back and forth.
