Yun Wanrou did not speak.
However, the faint crease between her brows had already betrayed her completely.
That little line between her brows was truly very hardworking today. It had appeared when she lost. It had deepened when Bai Lingling asked her to keep the bet. Now it was almost shouting the words for her.
I do not want to do it.
I absolutely will not do it.
I will stand here and act pitiful until someone saves me.
Bai Lingling looked at Yun Wanrou and instantly understood.
This woman clearly had no intention of honoring the wager.
She was only hiding behind the crowd's so-called good intentions so that later, if anyone spoke of this matter, she could widen her eyes and say in a soft voice, "I never said I would not keep my word. It was only that everyone around me kept persuading me, and I was too embarrassed to make a scene."
What a lovely trick.
What a delicate little white lotus method.
