Zhao Qi was speaking to her with a smile, but when he saw her reaction, he was taken aback and quickly asked, "Miss Wan, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? If you're not comfortable, we can go back! We can come again whenever you feel like it!"
"No, no need! I'm fine!" Sang Wan took a deep breath in secret, forcing herself to calm down, her words faltering slightly, "I, I, I—"
Zhao Qi grew even more concerned, "Miss Wan?"
Sang Wan's face flushed red and then turned pale, she stammered and did not know what to say; her mind went blank, and she cursed herself internally for being so useless! How could she falter like this at such a critical moment!
Yuanyang, who was beside them, also looked puzzled, but then suddenly smiled and said, "Is the young lady feeling unwell and needs to relieve herself?"
Sang Wan's face turned red, and she hastily nodded.
