Bai Lingling looked at her and almost laughed again.
Aiya.
This one was really trying hard.
If Yun Wanrou put this much effort into cultivation, she might have become immortal by now.
The atmosphere in the shop became stiff and ugly.
No one knew what to say next.
No one wanted to leave either.
After all, everyone could feel that this matter had not ended yet.
And just at that moment, a voice suddenly came from outside.
"Wanrou!"
The voice was male, anxious, and familiar.
The crowd immediately turned.
A tall young man pushed through the people and walked straight toward Yun Wanrou.
It was Yan Hai.
The moment Yun Wanrou saw him, the hatred and unwillingness on her face disappeared so quickly that it was almost admirable.
In the blink of an eye, she changed into a soft, delicate, wronged beauty.
Her eyes grew watery.
Her lashes lowered.
