“Sit down.” Bai Yu put down the brush and gestured at the seat in front of her. Xiao Chang, as clever as ever, came to pour their tea.
“Wang Fei is most gracious.” Xu Peipei sat down. Her manners were impeccable, as could be expected from one of high birth. To others, there was nothing unusual about this young lady.
But Bai Yu could see that her friend’s prominent chest was heaving from the quickened breath, even though her expression had remained calm from the start.
“You can leave,” Bai Yu said to her two maids as she leisurely drank from her teacup. It seemed that they were going to have a conversation with close friends. Xu Peipei, too, smiled and lifted her cup.
Her making her maids leave was obvious. She knew Xu Peipei had an important matter that made her hurry here. As soon as they were alone, Xu Peipei instantly revealed her anxiousness.