After she finished speaking and saw that Xie Yanshang had no reaction, she got up on her own, put the chair back in place, and tiptoed out the door, then quietly closed the door behind her.
It wasn't until the door closed completely with a "click" that Xie Yanshang's gaze shifted to the doorway, and he stopped typing on his keyboard, somewhat unexpectedly. The girl he saw today was different from other teenagers of her age that he had encountered before.
The girl didn't look very old, probably just a middle schooler, but she had an air about her as if she had been maturing in this world for many years, very gentle and appealing. Even after learning that her body was in such a deficit, she was not anxious, nor was she in a hurry, or irritable, but rather calm.
