Woman: ?
"My story is actually quite interesting, don't you really consider listening to it?"
Jiang Xiao and the others exchanged glances.
Qin Shou plugged the hole in his stomach and muttered.
"Who listens to stories, honestly."
"Yeah," Yang Tao nodded in agreement.
Yang Tao asked Xiao Qin, "Do you listen to stories?"
"I don't," Xiao Qin was on a 24-hour continuous shift, exhausted to the point of collapse, better off resting if she had the time.
"Who can express their true feelings through a story?" Jiang Xiao issued a soulful question.
"Exactly, how can something written down be considered true feelings?" Yang Tao seconded the motion.
The group exchanged another glance and shook their heads in unison, "Despicable~"
Woman: ???
Why did she feel like she had just been insulted?
'Puchi!'
Everyone: ...
A familiar sound, but... it seemed like everyone had grown numb to it.
Jiang Xiao turned back to look.
