Zhuo Yao was scolded by her mother, and her panic grew even more intense—the news had reached her family way back in Wutong County.
Could the whole world possibly know now?
If it had been only one or two people who knew, she might have been able to conceal and beautify the truth, but what now?
Thinking of others' judgments, Zhuo Yao felt powerless and awkwardly ended the call with her mother. She lowered her head and hurried home.
Once home, Zhuo Yao dead-bolted the door from inside and collapsed to the floor.
Who could be trying to harm her this way?
Zhuo Yao racked her brain, then suddenly, she stood up, rushed into her bedroom, didn't even bother to take off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling strenuously.
The photo's angle was from the ceiling's direction, but even as she climbed a chair and felt every inch of the ceiling, she found nothing.
