A Manifestation of Self-Loathing

"Chi Yu, are you alright?"

As they stepped out of the activity room, Chi Yu's pallor was strikingly poor. Chen Ting couldn't help but worry.

Before entering, Chen Ting had not anticipated facing such a situation.

The hostility in the room was palpable, as if Chi Yu had committed some unforgivable crime.

But in truth, even if Chi Yu's mother was a mistress, what did that have to do with her?

Their mindset was far too narrow.

Chi Yu composed herself, turning to Chen Ting with a smile. "The Fortune Cup requires a three-person team. Do you have time to join?"

Chen Ting, taken aback by the offer, responded enthusiastically, "Of course!"

She had just concluded her internship at FLY.

Having participated in a planning team that secured a major deal for the company, her bonus was enough to cover her living expenses for the next year.

Financially secure for now, Chen Ting no longer had to worry.