Do Not Tell Them About This

Meanwhile, the door of the restroom swung open, and Old Madam Ye stepped out from inside.

Lucy was momentarily stunned, her face filled with a mix of surprise and undisguised concern.

"Old Madam..."

Old Madam Ye raised her gaze, her eyes still glistening with traces of moisture.

Her expression had returned to its usual indifference, but her once exquisite makeup had been smudged.

Old Madam Ye stood still, no longer inclined to move forward, her voice hoarse.

"You've come just in time, bring me my handbag."

"Of course, Old Madam!"

Lucy quickly regained her composure, carefully picking up the limited edition luxury handbag from the table and handing it over.

"Old Madam, is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Pour me a glass of water."

After giving the order, Old Madam Ye took her handbag and entered the restroom once again, meticulously touching up her makeup to avoid revealing any clues to Ann.