Because of the anger and suffocation, Wu Ling didn't get a good look at Yun Mingrui's face. Otherwise, even if she was lent some courage, she wouldn't dare speak to Yun Mingrui like that.
Wu Qian, however, stared blankly at Yun Mingrui, thinking to herself: Did he see that? Would he think she was that kind of shrew?
So embarrassing, utterly embarrassing.
Yun Mingrui saw his godmother's shadow in her.
Casually, Yun Mingrui said, "I was just passing by." Then he headed in the direction of the restroom.
Wu Qian's face was full of conflict, and that sentence didn't comfort her at all.
Although she dared not make assumptions, she also didn't want to leave a bad impression on him.
So when Yun Mingrui came out again, he saw Wu Qian's conflicted expression.
As he passed by Wu Qian, she finally saw Yun Mingrui, "Mr. Yun, I am not that kind of..."
Yun Mingrui noticed her stammering and said, "Ma'am, do we know each other?"
