A child with a mother is a treasure. A child without a mother is a weed. In Sun Dongqing's eyes, wasn't Ye Jian just a weed?
Two young ladies walked towards them in the corridor. When they saw Ye Ying, they paused evidently for a moment. Then, they lowered their heads and muttered among themselves, "I didn't expect Ye Ying from Class One to be this kind of person. She's really disgusting. Let's hurry up and leave this place."
It was too mild to say that the students felt awkward meeting Ye Ying. The correct word should be hate.
They were muttering but since they walked close to Ye Ying, it was impossible for her not to hear it. Her face turned green and white. She felt so embarrassed she wanted to disappear on the spot.
