Ye Ling held the lunch box in her hands, staring at the few people in front of her in line, she blinked and sniffled, then foolishly smiled.
"Crying and laughing like an idiot." Zhao Guodong raised his hand to wipe Ye Ling's face and then wiped his hand on his clothes. Just as he was about to raise his hand again, he was stopped by Zhang Linong.
Xiang Weilai had already taken out a handkerchief and squeezed through from behind to wipe Ye Ling's tears, his actions as gentle as his gaze, "You wouldn't have looked so bad originally, but now it's ruined by Zhao Guodong's wiping; even cleaning up now won't help."
"Hey, why are you talking like that?" Zhao Guodong was both jealous and anxious, but he knew this was not the time or place to get genuinely angry with Xiang Weilai. However, he was staring intently at Xiang Weilai's hand.
