Back when doing business, she'd occasionally help collect money while reading books, Ye Manman had gotten used to reading in noisy environments.
But like Ye Xiaotong, deliberately coming over to provoke right under her nose, this was a first.
Ye Manman just couldn't understand why Ye Xiaotong always picked on her like this, she hadn't done anything to her at all. Today, she didn't even ask Ye Xiaotong about the promise to return the ticket to her, which had been dragged on with no sound until now.
She speechlessly turned her head, ready to speak, but saw a yellow face covered in pimples.
Ye Xiaotong's face was full of pimples, some with yellow or white pus, and some clearly just popped, disgustingly revolting.
Thinking of the hand she might have just used to pop pimples touching her book, Ye Manman suddenly felt extremely nauseated, quickly standing up and holding her book as she moved farther away from Ye Xiaotong.
