"Truth be told, I'm not sure what's going on either." Murong Yumeng looked at Zhou Cui'an, her expression troubled. "But Shaohua has made it clear that he can't assist you anymore. You're on your own now."
These words struck Zhou Cui'an like a thunderbolt, plunging her into deep despair. She hadn't expected that after wholeheartedly relying on Huangfu Shaohua, this would be the outcome.
This matter was crucial to her future. Huangfu Shaohua's dismissal of it had shattered her hopes.
"Senior Sister Murong, could you try calling Shaohua again?" Zhou Cui'an's face was filled with anxiety, but she hadn't lost all reason. Clinging to Murong Yumeng's sleeve, she pleaded, "I need to speak with Shaohua. I refuse to believe he's truly heartless."