They were all her classmates from junior high school and later her high school alumni, all dressed in plain-colored clothes, also here to mourn Ms. Adams.
Yvonne Young expected to meet acquaintances but didn't expect someone to recognize her even while being this low-key.
Obviously, these people had been staring at her since she arrived, just waiting for her to come out.
Ah, she realized that she had made too many enemies in the past.
Yvonne Young lowered her eyes and mockingly hooked her lips, which were covered by her face mask.
Then she raised her eyelids to glance at them, not intending to pay attention, and continued walking forward.
But they chased and stopped her again, "Yvonne Young, why are you running away from old classmates? This doesn't seem like your character."
They surrounded her, not planning to let her go.