Hearing the news about Song Wanqiu's pregnancy, Lin Zhiyi's bowl smashed onto the table, splattering hot soup all over her.
People turned at the sound and looked at her with strange, disdainful eyes.
After all, the last time so many people had gathered together, it had been to condemn her for drugging someone and climbing into bed.
Lin Zhiyi quickly stood up and reached for a paper towel to wipe off the mess: "Sorry."
Old Mr. Gong glanced at her and said with displeasure, "How can you see people when you're covered like that?"
His words implied she could leave.
Lin Zhiyi's hand paused as she wiped, understanding the old man's intention for insisting she join this meal.
It was all about getting rid of the bad luck, which meant getting rid of her.
She bowed her head and nodded, "Okay. Enjoy your meal."
She picked up her backpack and walked out of the dining room, feeling the gazes on her like knives slicing her apart.
Not long after, Liu He followed her.