It appeared that Qu Yimin was in a daze, seemingly not quite right in the head.
Su Ruyan was holding a transparent umbrella, wearing a pristine white dress, and walked past Qu Yimin with her nose in the air.
She stopped and looked down at Qu Yimin from the corner with the disdain of someone looking at ants,
"Look at the expression on your face, as if two pieces of bread could appease you."
"Just think about it, they have so many resources, driving such a huge RV, there must be a lot more stuff inside."
"But they only gave you two slices of bread, if it were me, I would only feel it as an insult."
Qu Yimin held the bread and lifted her face, which apart from being crisscrossed with scars, was also covered with a thick layer of dirt.
It was unknown how long it had been since she had washed herself.
Being looked at with such a humble expression by Qu Yimin made Su Ruyan feel offended.
Annoyed and full of disdain, she said,
