Seeing the color drain from Zhang Hongying's face, Zhou Lian's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. She smiled and said, "Yingzi, come sit by me."
Zhang Hongying slowly sat down beside her, looking at Zhou Lian's smile as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. 'Why should someone as gentle and elegant as Zhou Lian have to suffer such insults because of me?'
"There, there, don't cry. I'm fine, see? Don't waste your precious tears. This has nothing to do with you." Zhou Lian said, exasperated, as she looked at the inconsolable Zhang Hongying. She wasn't truly angry. She just treated the whole scene Mrs. Wang had caused as a free show.
