Miley Miller was frightened by her cold demeanor and suddenly didn't dare to speak, only thinking to herself.
It's over.
This matter is over.
Tiana Thorne looked at her face turning pale and knew she'd certainly done nothing good, gently raised an eyebrow: "Not talking, huh?"
"I, I... I didn't eavesdrop on purpose."
Tiana Thorne's voice grew heavier: "So you did it deliberately?"
Miley Miller's cheeks grew paler, not knowing what to do, she could only apologize: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, really sorry, I'm just too curious."
Her apology was cheap to Tiana Thorne.
If she hadn't run into this, who knows what nasty things Miley Miller would be saying behind her back.
She bent down and picked up the phone beneath her feet.
Miley Miller subconsciously stepped back two steps, not daring to meet her eyes: "Miss Thorne, I, I... really didn't mean it."
Tiana Thorne ignored her, looking at the phone screen.
It's a group chat.
