Song Zhenzhen also heard those words.
She was so angry she couldn't even eat.
"What kind of people are these."
She slammed her chopsticks on the table: "I'm not eating, I'm full of anger."
Anning handed another pair of chopsticks to Song Zhenzhen: "Eat quickly, it's not worth starving yourself over this."
Song Zhenzhen, puffed up with anger, asked Anning: "Aren't you angry?"
Anning smiled: "No, I'm not angry. I have a clear conscience; let others say what they will."
An Xin whispered to Anning: "Ningning, let me publicize your charity work, I've gathered all the materials, it won't take long and everyone will know you were wronged."
Anning responded to An Xin: "There's no rush to announce it, store the materials for now, and we can publish it later."
"Why?"
An Xin didn't understand: "That's too suffocating for you."
