Qinghe was right, though, today really was like a public denunciation meeting for her, as at lunchtime, both Zhao Wen brothers and even Mu'er all showed up. They kept indirectly complaining about her, and Mu'er was even more direct, grumbling about her never showing her face and how they were all worn out because of her.
Finally, during Mu'er's nth spray of spit as he ranted, Qinghe snapped and stood up abruptly.
"What are you doing?" Mu'er asked in surprise as she stood up while he was talking, his raised head perfectly showcasing his "tragic state."
Looking at the dark circles under Mu'er's beautiful eyes, which could rival those of a panda, and thinking back to the refined and elegant man who used to fuss over freshly ground coffee, despising plain hot water, now guzzling beer with abandon, Qinghe's spirit deflated instantly. She took a deep breath, "I'm going to the restroom."
