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Seeing Jiang Tao being driven away, the tourists suddenly felt a wave of relief and began to clap and cheer with pleasure.
In contrast, He Yue was greatly shaken by the incident and continued to sit there, her head bowed as she wept incessantly.
She had always been a materialistic girl, thinking that after attaching herself to a wealthy man, she could hold her head high in front of everyone. In reality, she was nothing more than a plaything for such rich men; their discarding of her was as simple as throwing away garbage.
"He Yue, stop crying, a man like that isn't worth your tears."
Although Su Xinlan didn't have much affection for He Yue, she was a gentle and kind woman. Regardless, in consideration of their past as old classmates, she couldn't just ignore He Yue. She handed He Yue a tissue to wipe the tears at the corner of her eyes, comforting her.
