The girl stood awkwardly in place, opened her mouth, but was unable to say a word.
Yu Ruohuan smiled politely, "Would you still like to discuss opera with me?"
The girl stood there dumbly, her pearly teeth biting onto her pale lips.
Yu Ruohuan didn't spare her another glance and turned to leave the restroom.
Just then, a call came through, snapping the girl out of her daze. She answered.
She immediately started cursing: "Who does she think she is? Just because she knows a bit about art and opera, she thinks she's so amazing! If she hadn't been born lucky, who would even bother with her?"
"Haha, I don't care if she hears me or not. It's broad daylight—what's she going to do, kill me?"
"Bang." Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming came from behind.
The girl jumped in fright and whipped around to look.
Leng Xingshuang strolled over to the sink nonchalantly.
The girl nervously stared at her back.
"Did... Did you hear everything?"
