Falling Like a Dead Dog

Wei Xin nodded. When she worked, she always wore glasses.

When Qiao Jiusheng saw that her friend was really busy, she felt embarrassed at the thought of annoying her over a small matter.

She felt that she had been a little unreasonable.

"You're busy. I'll be leaving first," Qiao Jiusheng said.

Wei Xin looked up at her with a burning gaze. "Xiao Sheng, have you suffered?"

Qiao Jiusheng shook her head. She was not feeling too aggrieved now.

The grievances came and went quickly. It was not a big deal.

Her expression had already become cheerful. Wei Xin saw that Qiao Jiusheng did not seem to be lying, and since she was really busy today, she agreed to let Qiao Jiusheng leave. Before leaving, Qiao Jiusheng took a knee-length windbreaker from Wei Xin's clothes rack and put it on. Only then did she feel warmer. Just as she came down from Wei Xin's studio, she saw a Volkswagen parked in front of the door.