"What's the matter? Why did we suddenly stop?" Zhao Jiayan frowned, puzzled.
"It's over now." Chang Xinrou said.
"Over?" Zhao Jiayan was stunned.
"It's almost been a minute; haven't you thought about your future direction yet?" Yang Yuan said.
"A minute..."
Zhao Jiayan was bewildered; has it been that long?
She felt as if only a few seconds had passed.
However—
Her eyes brightened as if she understood something, and she smiled: "I see, thank you."
It doesn't seem like an attack, but why doesn't it affect Yang Yuan either?
"No need to thank me. I didn't expend anything anyway. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now." Chang Xinrou smiled.
"Wait a moment, give Yiyi some guidance too." Zhao Jiayan suddenly pulled Jiang Yiyi over.
Jiang Yiyi looked at her in confusion.
"Yiyi, think carefully about what you want to do in the future. Like in half a year, a year, or even five or ten years later, what do you want to be when you grow up." Zhao Jiayan advised sternly.
