Wanqing felt something in her temple twitch faintly. Whether it came from frustration, annoyance or pure disbelief, even she wasn't entirely sure. She simply stared at Anning, who stared right back at her without the slightest bit of shame. Those green eyes remained fixed on her face, slightly unfocused from the alcohol yet still bright enough to make Wanqing feel strangely restless.
For a few moments, neither of them spoke.
Then Wanqing finally exhaled softly and said, "Come here."
Her voice remained calm and steady, giving away nothing despite the chaos slowly brewing inside her mind. She preferred it that way. There were already too many eyes around her tonight and the last thing she needed was anyone noticing even the slightest crack in her composure.
Han Luo immediately turned toward Wanqing, hesitation flashing briefly across his face.
