When Mo Xue met Mo Yu's gaze, her mind was in a mess. She finally put down the hand holding the phone.
Her carefully made manicure was almost embedded in her palm, but Mo Xue seemed to have no feeling and did not react.
Bai Feng, who was sitting beside Mo Xue, seemed to have sensed that she was in a bad mood and asked with concern, "Xiao Xue, what's wrong? Why did your expression suddenly become so ugly?"
Mo Xue tried her best to squeeze out a smile and shook her head at Bai Feng. "It's nothing. I'm just so proud to suddenly see Xiao Yu so dazzling."
As she spoke, Mo Xue lowered her head and raised her hand to wipe the nonexistent tears from the corners of her eyes. "Xiao Yu used to live in the countryside and didn't learn these things. Now that I see her standing on the stage, I suddenly feel that Xiao Yu must have suffered a lot to reach this stage."
Bai Feng looked at Mo Xue's actions and his heart almost melted.
