r and fire, incompatible.She was the same age as Fu Yan. During their studies, Fu Yan's grades always outshone hers. She secretly resented Fu Yan, though she wasn't inherently bad; she was just a bit...As she descended the stairs, she happened to see Cao Fang.

"Xiaoxiao, why isn't she here today" She stood at the corner of the stairs, looking down.

Cao Fang raised his eyes to look at her and explained, “Xia will start working the day after tomorrow. Mr. Huo asked her to stay home for two days to adjust, and it’s not good to always call people over.”

Fu Yan pursed her lips. Cao Fang's answer was flawless, but she always felt something was off.

Her heart was pounding, as if something had happened.

I want to give her a call.

Cao Fang hesitated for a moment, "Let me ask Mr. Huo first."

Fu Yan's face turned cold. "You won't let me contact Ji Lin, Fu Hanlin I can't even contact Xia"

Cao Fang was embarrassed and said, "Miss Fu, this is Mr. Huo's intention. I dare not let you make a phone call privately."

He looked at Fu Yan, and went upstairs into Huo Mingzheng's study in front of her. After a while, he came out, opened the phone book, found Xiaoxiao's number, and handed the phone to Fu Yan.

"Ms. Fu, Mr. Huo said you can call Xiao Xia."

Fu Yan took her phone and dialed a number. The phone rang several times before Xia answered.

"Hey"

"Xiaoxia, it's me," Fu Yan opened her mouth.

On the other end of the phone, Xiaoxiao gasped, "Sister Yan."

With a soft murmur, she inquired meaningfully, "Are you alright"

"I'm fine. I actually wanted to come over and keep you company, but Mr. Huo told me to rest for two days. Sister Yan, will you be bored"

Hearing nothing unusual, Fu Yan's heart felt a little more at ease. "You just rest well, you don't need to worry about anything here."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yan returned her phone to Cao Fang.

...and Xiaoxiao's side.

She frowned, clutching the blacked-out phone in her hand. She looked at Cao Yuan beside her, who remained silent and stoic, hesitating as if wanting to speak but unable to.

Why won't you let me tell her

Cao Yuan treasured words as gold, "What else could she do"

Xia Xia couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Ji Lin's car accident was all over the news. As a national athlete, he was supposed to participate in a competition soon. Suddenly having an accident, many media outlets were reporting on it.

Then Lin, who is so handsome and has such a great personality, is Yanjiao's best, best friend.

If the Mistress of Makeup knew that Ji Lin was in mortal danger now, she would be heartbroken!

Cao Yuan turned his head and glanced at her, then silently turned away. He didn't react until Xiaoxia's sobs filled the car. He furrowed his brows and patted the car's glove compartment, suddenly realizing there was no tissue paper.

Xia Xia cried harder and harder, probably feeling that Fu Yan was too wronged. She felt sorry for her in her heart.

He hadn't pulled his hand back yet when Xiaoxiao suddenly grabbed his wrist. He stiffened all over, only to see Xiaoxiao pull up his wrist and use his sleeve to wipe her tears. "You are too much!"

"What does this have to do with me" Cao Yuan frowned even deeper, wanting to pull his sleeve back.

However, Xia was determined to wipe her tears on his sleeve despite putting all her effort into holding them back. This was her way of 'getting revenge' on him.

Finally, she grabbed Cao Yuan's sleeves with both hands, wiped away her tears fiercely, snorted, and walked away!

Cao Yuan looked at the black sleeve being soaked with a patch of dampness, and the glistening sticky threads. His mind flashed back to Xiao Xia's snot hanging from her nose just now, his face turning ashen!riginal gentle smile vanished in an instant.A pale face, devoid of any expression, like a puppet.She walked to the window and opened both panes, then flung open the bedroom door. The air circulated, w...