"Stop crying, this is the classroom office building, and the Xiaocheng Research Institute people are here too. If someone sees you crying, how embarrassing would that be? You don't want to lose face abroad, do you?" Zhao Qingtang said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Li's crying stopped suddenly. She squatted in the snow, raised her head and looked at the tall office building of teachers, and laughed bitterly, "I myself am a joke already, I have long lost any face, am I still afraid of losing face abroad?"
How many times has she cried in this period?
Li Li couldn't remember, it seemed like she had been crying very frequently recently, her eyes were somewhat swollen.
Why cry every day? For money, for lousy men, and for her own misfortunes.
Her tears seemed never to run dry.
Lin Tian replied coldly, "She wasn't talking about your face, your face is worth nothing. She was talking about the face of our school."
