She paused for a beat, letting the tension build before continuing, her voice dripping with a subtle challenge. "But I suppose it's always nice to know that someone thinks you need support. Very considerate of you, Ms. Xia."
Xia Yiran's lips twitched into a tight, polite smile. Her eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, then back to the road, her calm exterior betraying nothing of the slight chill that had entered her. "Of course, Ms. Chen," she replied smoothly, her words wrapped in a sweetness that barely concealed the sharp edge beneath. "I simply assumed Mr. Wu would want to ensure your comfort after... everything."
She let the words hang in the air, the implication clear but unsaid.
No need to press the point further.
Leaning back slightly in her seat, Xia Yiran's fingers lingered lightly on the steering wheel as she added, with a soft, almost dismissive edge, "But you're right, of course. You're more than capable, I'm sure."
