The food was pretty good, but Fan Tianhua was still feeling bad about her white jacket. "This is the first time I've ever worn white, I actually saved it to wear for the New Year—this was my very first time, the tag's still on, and it's already this dirty. I don't even know if it'll wash out."
"If you can't clean it, just have Brother Tianyu buy you another one," Zhenzhen said.
"Even if you have money, you can't just throw it away like that. It'd be such a waste of a perfectly good coat."
"It won't be wasted. Have Auntie wash it, she'll definitely get it clean," said one of the middle-aged women. As always, they knew tricks for stains and oil—if it passed through their hands, it would come out clean.
That actually made sense. Fan Tianhua finally set her worries aside. "Alright, I guess I won't feel bad for now."
...
But things weren't so easy for the people at the hospital—Mei Mengfei had to go back to the emergency room again just a few days after being discharged.
