Mr. Zhao's face turned ashen, and his eyes were sharp and malevolent.
"Do you not understand what I'm trying to say?"
"I..." Gu Qingcheng had just begun to speak when someone else emerged from the bathroom, prompting her to fall silent.
After Mr. Zhao saw the man and woman leave the restroom, he spoke mockingly, "Aren't you supposed to be clever? Can't you grasp the meaning of my words?"
"You mean..." Gu Qingcheng began again.
"Thank you, Uncle, for accompanying me to the bathroom," Huo Xuan's sweet and polite voice interrupted.
Hearing Huo Xuan's voice, Gu Qingcheng withheld her words and urged Mr. Zhao, "Hurry and leave this place."
Mr. Zhao stood his ground, showing no intention of departing.
