Carol's cheeks were red and swollen as she clumsily followed him out. She cried and spoke with hesitation as if struggling to express herself clearly. "Please, it's 500. Please."
She begged desperately, her body trembling uncontrollably. It was obvious that she was in desperate need of money.
The man snapped and forcefully shoved Carol aside, angrily exclaiming, "Move out of my way! What an unlucky day! Fool!"
But weren't they all bullying a fool? They would give others 500, but would only give Carol 200 each time.
"I need money. I really need money, please." Carol knelt on the ground and kept desperately begging.
I stood at the end of the corridor, watching her innocently begging, and felt incredibly unsettled.
