"It's not your place to pass judgment on his affairs," said Xue Murong in a cold tone.
Still, a pair of sharp eyes casually drifted toward the direction of the restroom, carrying a hint of suspicion.
Guan Nana, feeling wronged, passed a kettle of water to Xue Murong, "Murong, I'm not making this up. When I went to the lounge to fetch your makeup bag just now, I really heard a strange noise coming from the restroom..."
As she spoke, jealousy and ferocity flickered in her eyes: if not for Xue Murong's presence, she wouldn't have mentioned a "strange noise"; she had clearly heard a woman's moan.
Clenching her fists tightly, That woman was truly shameless!
She had sat on a man's lap the first time they met, and now she was even going to the restroom with someone, the epitome of shamelessness.
It seemed that Xue Murong was persuaded, as she coldly set down the kettle beside her, pushed the makeup artist's hand away, and stood up.
