Yan Qingsi spoke indifferently, "Xiao Xu, keep count."
"Mm…" Xiao Xu nodded.
People would always instinctually feel empathy for the weak. The cast did not leave, they all stood around and watched.
They looked at Zhao Wenqi with pity in their eyes while Lu Yunyun stood on one side and cried inconsolably. In contrast, Yan Qingsi sat there, a visage that suppressed all decency. Her face twisted into a sneer, everyone who looked at her could not help but to dislike her.
However, Yan Qingsi did not care, her lips curved and formed a cold smile. Was Zhao Wenqi really worth their pity? Perhaps she was—she was so pitifully gullible, being used by Lu Yunyun again and again. She was just cannon fodder.
Even if she were cannon fodder, she did so willingly because she was gullible.
Yan Qingsi had no reason to sympathize with somebody who willingly hurt themselves by being cannon fodder.
