Hearing Zhang Yuanqing's words, Annie's tense body gradually relaxed, and she struggled to prop herself up.
She had intended to lean against the sofa, but the injury on her back forced Annie to sit upright.
Taking the cup Yuanshi Tianzun handed her, Annie drained the potion in one gulp. Color gradually returned to her face. She let out a long breath and said softly:
"Thank you!"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded. "Mr. Bill has gone to deal with the aftermath. You can rest a little longer. Mm, 'dealing with the aftermath' means handling the follow-up to the problem."
He watched Annie bend down to set the cup on the coffee table, then use her slender fingers to gather her hair and tuck it behind her ear.
Her face was pale, and her manner was quiet and gentle.
Now that he thought about it, when this woman was quiet, she possessed a noble elegance, like a young lady from an aristocratic family. It was just that her usual seductive, flirtatious behavior and relentless allure concealed the air of nobility about her.
"Thank you very much for saving my life, Mr. Yuanshi. I'll send an email to the association headquarters and mention this matter to them. This counts as a contribution as well. The Goddess of Beauty Association will record your merit, and once you accumulate enough points, you can exchange them for the resources you want." After finishing the business at hand, Annie smiled sweetly. "Mr. Bill said you would be coming today, so I kept praying to God, praying that Mr. Yuanshi would arrive in time. God heard my prayers, and I'm very happy."
A faint smile hung on her charming, captivating face. She was radiant without being coquettish, intimate and gentle.
*You should say, "Oh, my God, He heard my prayers."