These words unquestionably stabbed Blanche straight in the heart. After Wen Qiao said them, she felt a twinge of regret, thinking she might have gone too far. However, the moment she remembered how Blanche had spoken about Fu Jinghen, she felt it didn't matter anymore.
"Who told you to talk about my man?"
But seeing Blanche's wilted appearance, lacking the energy she had during the battle at the dinner table, Wen Qiao started to feel irritated again.
Her fingertips lightly tapped on the marble tabletop. After a minute, she took a few steps forward, lifted the small curtain above the wooden partition door, and peeked inside.
Another half minute passed, and Wen Qiao pushed open the small partition door and walked in.
When there's no one inside, the doors are usually left open. Wen Qiao looked around and finally stopped in front of a tightly closed partition door, raising her hand to knock.
"Blanche, come out."
No one responded.
