During this process, Lin Xingjie, the true party involved, furrowed her brows, her gaze constantly shifting between Zhu Qingyue and her own mother's face.
After the class president had finally shut up and her mother had become a distraught figure, the girl couldn't help but complain indifferently:
"So annoying, why does an outsider have to meddle."
"Oh..."
Zhu Qingyue seemed to just come back to her senses and smiled apologetically, which was a rare expression for her.
"Sorry, I got a little carried away. I just can't stand those parents who are clearly irresponsible and yet like to act all high and mighty."
"..."
Lin Xingjie ignored her and turned her attention back to her mother.
"However, Lin Suya, what that woman said just now does coincide with what I was thinking."
She walked slowly toward her mother.
In the field of vision of Lin Suya, who was slumped on the ground, a pair of washed-out white sneakers appeared.