Around half past nine, Cen Jin, who had been staying in the design studio, suddenly felt dizzy. Her vision spun wildly, and she couldn't help but stagger a bit. Cen Jin instinctively used one hand to hold onto the table corner, while the other hand raised to massage her forehead, closing her eyes to try and alleviate the sensation.
Right at this moment, Ling Quan came in to deliver materials and saw her looking like she might fall. He quickly put down what he was holding and rushed over to support her. "Sister Cen Jin, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
With a better point of support, Cen Jin released her grip on the table corner and leaned half of her body against Ling Quan, waving her hand: "Suddenly feeling a bit dizzy."
"Ah, dizzy? Let me help you sit down for a bit!"
"Okay."
