Shen Mingfeng stood up and started, "Miss Qin...."
He corrected himself immediately, "No, it's Qin Yin. If you love potatoes, I'll get you another serving. This dish has turned cold from all the passing around."
With that, he walked towards the ordering area.
Jiang Mei had always been sitting alone at her own table, watching the lively bustle at their end, feeling cold and isolated. Even though they all shared the same dormitory, she never seemed to fit in with them.
As she lowered her head, about to take a sip of her soup, a harsh voice rang next to her, "Oh, isn't this Jiang Mei, Qin Yin's little lackey? Look at yourself, cosying up using sisterly terms, but when they are having a good time, you're all by yourself, cold and alone. A lackey is just a lackey. What kind of sisters would you be? The Young Mistress of the Qin family doesn't need a poor wretch like you tagging along."
Jiang Mei clenched her soup bowl tightly, her teeth gritted, weary of revealing her emotions.
