Lin Anning struggled to make out her appearance through the grime on her face, her brows furrowed in concern.
"Su Shuixian? Why is it you?"
Su Shuixian looked panic-stricken, glancing behind her as though she feared someone might catch her at any moment.
With a plop, she knelt in front of Lin Anning, incessantly kowtowing.
"Please, help me, I'll give you the tape recorder."
Although Lin Anning had no idea what the tape recorder was, Su Shuixian's presence outside her shop was bad for business.
She stood up and took Su Shuixian back to her home.
She let her take a bath first, then cooked a bowl of plain noodles for her.
She told Xie Minmin to call Su Dagui back home.
After her bath, Su Shuixian wolfed down the plain noodles, slurping up every last drop of the broth.
She had lost weight since the last time she left Hongqigou, clothed in a short shirt and shorts, bruises, and freshly scabbed wounds visible all over her exposed skin.
She really looked quite pitiful.
