Lu Manman's words were appropriate and generous.
Compared to Mo Li's pitiful expression, this was a stark contrast.
Mo Li narrowed her eyes.
She had not expected Lu Manman to be set up to this point, and her strange behavior had not managed to anger her on the spot. She had thought that if it had been anyone else, Lu Manman would have lost her temper at this point, and she would have been the disadvantaged party in Lu Manman's presence. Everyone would have felt like they were standing beside her, as she always had the ability to put herself at a pitiful disadvantage.
But what Lu Manman had just said made her seem so petty.
She narrowed her eyes and was about to say something.
Lu Manman was already supporting her gently. "Xiao Li, don't kneel on the ground anymore. It's cold, and you're not feeling well. If your illness acts up again, your dad, mom, and brother would be worried, and I'd blame myself as well."
