Zhuang Heng thought angrily to herself, pointed at the stage and shouted again, "Axing, if you have the guts, take off the veil on your face!"
Su Xingyu looked in her direction and frowned slightly, surprised that someone was still causing trouble at such a moment. However, taking off the veil on her face? For what reason? Although she was not afraid to take off the veil, it did not mean she had to listen to whatever Zhuang Heng said. Should she take it off just because someone wanted her to? She wasn't that bored, so bored that she had to prove anything to Zhuang Heng.
Yet, before she could fully process her displeased thoughts, she felt her face lighten slightly.
