When Ning Xia heard about Little Crybaby's condition, her heart clenched in worry. She even leapt out of bed in a rush, getting dressed while still on the phone, wishing she could immediately fly to his side.
But after she listened to what Mrs. Bo had said, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, extinguishing all her urgency.
She worried about Little Crybaby, her heart aching for him, wanting to see him, to stay by his side, and she asked for nothing in return. But in the eyes of Mrs. Bo and her likes, she was nothing but a shameless woman, currying favor with Little Crybaby to gain more benefits.
Especially that last sentence Mrs. Bo said, about reimbursing the taxi fare...
That kind of blatant contempt and disdain, the tone of condescending charity, felt like the chilling winds of winter blowing against her skin, causing a bone-deep pain.
