Qin Yutong naturally didn't appear impatient, instead she earnestly said, "You can try it if you want, but I'm not sure whether it will stick or not. Besides, the glue might seep into your blood, causing poisoning - then your face would be even more horrifying!"
"Wah... then I don't want to!" The little girl covered her sobbing face in fear.
"Crying won't solve anything!" Qin Yutong shook her head.
"Then what should we do? If we don't cry, what can we do?" another little girl retorted. This girl was a bit more assertive, her mouth unforgiving and generally the class's little pepper.
Qin Yutong's relationship with this girl was not great, but it wasn't terrible either, because, unlike her, Qin Yutong was a well-brought-up young lady who didn't act petty and had a hard time getting along with people.
When she didn't like somebody, she simply kept her distance. So, they had never hung out much.
