She spoke with such righteous indignation, as if she really meant well.
Meng Xi'er thought, if she hadn't witnessed that scene earlier, hadn't heard what Du Xiaorong had said, she might have been genuinely grateful to Du Xiaorong for trying to help her now.
The hotel lobby was still filled with music and dancing. Du Xiaorong took off her coat and draped it over Meng Xi'er's shoulders. Looking at Meng Xi'er's downcast eyes, she suddenly asked in a soft voice, "How long have you been sitting there, sister?"
Meng Xi'er's body stiffened slightly. She lifted her head, her eyes reflecting puzzlement. "Hmm?"
"I just walked from there and didn't see you, sister." Du Xiaorong slowly stopped walking, turning to look at Meng Xi'er. Her smile was still innocent, but her eyes were shadowed. She nonchalantly said, "If you'd been sitting there the whole time, I would've definitely seen you, sister."
