After the two of them left, Mo Yan pushed the door open and walked out. The woman ignored her and turned on the tap to wash her hands.
Mo Yan secretly glanced at the woman a few times. She wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.
While she was hesitating, the woman had already dried her hands and was ready to go back to work.
"Wait." Mo Yan decided to talk and ask the woman to stay.
The woman turned her head. Her delicate face, which was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was expressionless.
"Just now, thank you for speaking up for me." Mo Yan's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were sparkling as she looked at the woman.
