The apartment was silent.
Soft light fell on the wool carpet, and the air was filled with a faint scent of wood.
Mo Xiangwan swallowed hard, looking at Su Yu with her head bowed, feeling inexplicably tense.
"Yu, don't let your mind wander, I think you're just being too sensitive."
She paused and added, "You don't need to worry. Since Tang Song has actively participated in the event, there won't be any changes. On December 25th, he will definitely be there in front of you, celebrating your birthday with you."
She was well aware that Su Yu had psychological problems.
She was worried that Su Yu would act impulsively due to groundless speculation.
"I know, that's not what I'm worried about." Su Yu shook her head, her slender fingers unconsciously strumming the strings.
Mo Xiangwan remained silent for a long time before whispering, "Miss Ouyang is very close to you and appreciates you. I think she will certainly consider your position and feelings."
