Fu Qingshuang was rendered speechless for a moment, her complexion growing even uglier, "Tong Ran, you—"
"Enjoy your meal, I'm going to the restroom."
Tong Ran gave Pei Ruoshui an apologetic glance and, without paying any more attention to Fu Qingshuang, turned and left.
The hotel was still bustling with people, and on her way, most of them looked at her with strange gazes. Clutching her cold arms, Tong Ran hurried towards the direction indicated by the signs.
The Jinhuan Grand Hotel, as a quasi-five-star establishment, naturally boasted luxurious decor. Tong Ran walked across the golden carpet, leaned her hands on the white basin counter of the washroom, and turned on the faucet. At the same time, she realized that her hands were actually trembling.
She bit her lower lip tightly, her mind filled with images of Luo Xiao looking down in silence.
From the beginning, until she turned away, he never uttered a single word.
