The atmosphere among the group started to lighten up.
People began to head toward the truck in waves.
Su Yan was still the last one, stepping onto the ladder to climb up.
The originally cheerful group, upon sitting in the truck and seeing Su Yan walking in,
all went silent.
Their gazes uniformly fixed on her.
Scrutinizing, cautious, puzzled, disdainful—various types of gazes all converged on her.
When she sat in a corner spot, she was directly opposite the fat man whose ear she had shot through and a middle-aged woman.
Su Yan glanced over the two, who were clearly harboring hatred towards her, shifting their eyes away, not looking at her.
What made her curious was that she remembered, on that day the middle-aged woman was crying, saying it was about her child, and her husband, just the two of them.
That means they had a child.
But why were there only the two of them here, no child?
Of course, this curiosity was fleeting, and she soon stopped paying attention.
