Lo Wai-ling's tea-pouring motion faltered, and she nearly spilled the remaining half-cup.
Raising her gaze to look at Luo Yuchen, Lo Wai-ling's expression shifted uncertainly. She seemed to have words trembling on her lips, yet she held them back, appearing unsure of how to begin.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Do I look like the petty type?"
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