When the door flung open, George Clementine bore an extremely worried face as her hands grasped Xyla Quest’s shoulder. “President Xyla, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’ll sleep over at your house tonight.” Xyla said with a deep, depressed sigh.

She did not want to go back to their house tonight.

Georgie realized that she must have gotten herself into a difficult or complicated situation from the expression on her face. Immediately, she caught up with Xyla and pulled her to the sofa, sitting down