Xiao Ling struggled for a long time, but the tassels only tightened further, and her fingers had gone so numb from the cold that she couldn't feel them anymore.
She regretted accompanying Luuo Yunqi on this trip. She hadn't even caught a glimpse of Yu Guang's face and was instead stuck dealing with the cold and frustration of unraveling this thing.
She felt the urge to slam the hairpin onto the ground and crush it underfoot.
She didn't want to see this thing again for the rest of her life.
Assistant?
Thinking about Huang Mei's earlier comment, Xiao Ling couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror. Did she really look like an assistant?
Xiao Ling felt her heart skip a beat.
She didn't look any worse than Luuo Yunqi; she just lacked a little luck.
Xiao Ling lowered her eyes, her determination firm—she'd wait for her own opportunity to come.
While she was lost in thought, hurried footsteps sounded from the stairwell. Soon, Luuo Yunqi came running down.
