The Oppressive Atmosphere

Bai Yaoyao's expression remained indifferent. She wanted to smile and say something, but at that moment, she could not bring herself to smile, nor could she pretend something she didn't feel.

At that moment, Bai Yaoyao looked like the wind, as though she could be blown away in an instant.

Duan Yanhao frowned and asked in a worried voice, "Yaoyao, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine." Bai Yaoyao wanted to ask if he believed that woman, but before those words came out, she swallowed them back.

She didn't know what position she was asking that question from, nor if she actually had the right to ask such a question.

Bai Yaoyao's indifference felt off to Duan Yanhao since she was so happy just now.

Duan Yanhao lowered his voice. "If you're feeling unwell anywhere, just tell me."

Even if Bai Yaoyao was feeling unhappy, hearing Duan Yanhao's words of concern and seeing the shocked look from the woman over there made her emotions calm a few notches.