Yin Yu's tone was very light, and there was a faint smile on her face too—not contempt, but another kind of expression that made people uncomfortable.
Wang Yong, who was shoveling rice into his mouth, just felt that this look was familiar somehow, like he'd seen it somewhere before, only this one was clearly a higher-level version.
Chen Siyu didn't think that far; in her eyes, Yin Yu was very scheming.
Chen Siyu was proud of what they'd achieved through hard work: "Eight hundred yuan in half a day, of course that's a lot!"
On the surface, Yin Yu looked very pure. She said happily, "Wow, that's amazing, you guys really work so hard. How about this? I'll give you a round of applause."
As she spoke, Yin Yu actually clapped for them in front of everyone, for their efforts today.
She was still smiling, and her eyes were clear as water, leaving people no fault to pick.
Yet Wang Yong felt this scene was strangely bizarre.
