Lu Xiaoshuang was the Captain, and she brought in the fruit everyone had chipped in to buy and the envelope Yang Wenying had asked to be delivered.
No one knew exactly how much money was in it, but nobody was curious either. After all, what was that bit of money compared to the tragedy of Liu Yilan's disfigurement?
"You all must be Yilan's friends, right?" Mrs. Liu was a woman gentle as water, tidying up the room in the ward. Seeing everyone come in, she courteously invited everyone to sit down.
"Don't just stand there like a fool!" Liu Yilan, her expression indifferent, gave nothing away. Her eyes, cold as orchids, swept around and the corners of her mouth, hidden under the mask, curled into a sarcastic arc.
"Where's Qin Cuifen? Why didn't she come?"
At the mention of Qin Cuifen, everyone let go of their reservations and began to speak freely, one after the other.
"Yilan, that shameless hussy, Liu Yilan, has already been fired," someone said.
