"Are you having trouble with something?" Li Zhao asked Xiao Qi, who looked exhausted.
"Actually, there's not much going on. I just haven't been sleeping well lately." Xiao Qi pinched the bridge of his nose. Every time he closed his eyes, he dreamt about that heartless woman. Sometimes she was smiling, sometimes cold, but most of the time, she was hurt. He felt that something must have happened to her, but he didn't know where to find her. That's why he couldn't concentrate on his work.
"What happened? Did something happen?" Upon hearing Xiao Qi's words, everyone looked at him with concern.
"Nothing like that, don't worry. I just feel restless lately, as if something is about to happen." Xiao Qi didn't actually believe in such things, but lately, his dreams kept showing these events, so he had no choice but to believe.