"Why didn't you tell us...?"
Wang Mei hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting in the soft fabric of her dress. "I didn't know how..." she muttered, her voice barely audible.
Wang Xueying, who had been on the verge of a full-blown panic just moments ago, suddenly let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"So, we were worried for nothing... He didn't force you, then?" she asked, a mix of relief and frustration coloring her tone.
Wang Mei bit her lip, avoiding eye contact. She couldn't exactly say he forced her, but the truth wasn't so simple either.
So, she did what she could—she shook her head.
A small, almost reluctant nod might have slipped in there too.
Wang Xueying narrowed her eyes, fighting the urge to smack Wang Mei's butt and teach her a lesson.
Here she was, having almost given their mother a heart attack, and now it turned out to be nothing—or at least, nothing as dramatic as they'd feared.
