Su Ge stared at Amy, answering neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Amy's smile deepened, "However, Miss Su probably doesn't have the right to stop Yihan."
After speaking, she turned and went into the restroom.
Su Ge watched her back, her fingers curling and tightening inside her sleeves.
"Xiao Ge, why does your face look so pale?"
Returning to her seat, Wen Lixin looked at Su Ge's bloodless face and asked with concern.
"It's nothing." Su Ge forced a smile.
Wen Lixin didn't ask further, and soon the dishes on the table arrived one after another.
"Xiao Ge, you've really helped me out. So, whatever you want, feel free to ask Sister Lixin. As long as it's within my capacity, I'll make sure you get it."
