The girl walked to the sink with her head down and washed her hands. Jiaojiao and Yu Rou glanced at each other, feeling inexplicably embarrassed. Indeed, it was uncomfortable to talk behind someone's back, especially in front of such a bookish and elegant-looking girl.
However, Jiaojiao was also puzzled. She didn't know this girl. Was she a friend brought by someone?
After washing her hands, the girl used the tissue by the side to dry her hands. When she lifted her head and saw Jiaojiao and Yu Rou still standing at the door, she smiled and said, "Happy birthday."
"Ah, thank you, thank you," Jiaojiao hurriedly replied.
"Could you let me through?" the girl asked again.
