As she narrated, the conversation between Su Yu and Anne gradually came to a halt.
In the quiet living room, only Lin Muxue's voice trembled slightly.
Feeling the gazes of the three powerful figures converging on her, the frail, pitiful, and helpless Xue was petrified.
No one knew the immense pressure she was under.
Fearful of saying the wrong thing and angering them, yet also scared of inadvertently betraying her close beautician friend.
She had no choice but to pluck up the courage to recount her interactions with Tang Song, mixing in some details about Qianqian.
"That's enough!" a light and ethereal voice abruptly cut her off.
Su Yu's gaze turned towards the floor-to-ceiling windows as she calmly said, "I'm very tired today, and there's a concert tomorrow. I need to rest early."
Anne raised her slender eyebrows but said nothing more.
"I'm sorry, Miss Su, it's my fault," Lin Muxue said, her mouth curving in a slight grimace, looking somewhat aggrieved.