"I don't know, I just feel like that figure looks really familiar, but I can't remember who it is." Li frowned, glanced over again, then turned around, ready to leave.
As soon as she turned around, she caught sight of Meimei standing not far away, saw how pale her little face was, and quickly walked over.
"Yu Xin, are you feeling sick? Why do you look so terrible?" Li handed the documents in her hand to Fang, asked him to put them on the desk, then reached out to support Meimei.
"I'll take you to the infirmary."
"...I'm fine, Li. Are all the things they said true?" Meimei stared at the dense crowd in front, listening to their so-called casual gossip, and felt like someone was strangling her throat.
It hurt so much she could barely breathe.
She reached out and grabbed Li's arm hard, wanting to get a little confirmation from her eyes.
