Ran Xueyi was already depressed when she saw Laura's message and when the disturbance that was coming from outside her room knocked on her door, all the irritation and coldness in her body started to ooze out as if it were a mist that would claim one's life once it touches your body.
The incessant knocking was thunderous and each time it landed against the wooden surface of her door, the sound would also get louder and louder, making her already aching head even more painful.
However, instead of finally exploding, Ran Xueyi still had a calm expression on her face, but that couldn't be the same with how her eyes flashed with silver gleam.
Ran Xueyi unhurriedly zipped her suitcase and brought it down the ground before pulling it towards the door. The people outside couldn't hear her actions and were even more anxious to get her attention. It was as if they can't grab her attention, the arrogance they should right now would soon turn into shame and humiliation.
