Chapter 11: The Handset
Zhuo Yao left in such a hurry that she even forgot her backpack in Wan Chu'er's room.
Seeing that eyesore of a backpack, Wan Chu'er didn't think twice. She picked it up and walked out in just a couple of steps. On the second floor corridor, she saw Zhuo Yao running down the stairs toward the courtyard gate.
"Zhuo Yao, take your crappy backpack, don't dirty our house!"
Wan Chu'er yelled loudly and then threw Zhuo Yao's backpack down from upstairs.
"Bang!" The backpack hit the ground in the courtyard hard, kicking up a cloud of dust.
People in the Family Quarters were stunned by Wan Chu'er's words and actions. It looked like a quarrel between two young girls. It was time people returned from work, so the yard was crowded; all of a sudden, everyone's attention was drawn to the commotion.
Zhuo Yao had not expected Wan Chu'er to do this, and with so many people watching, she felt extremely embarrassed. She bent down to pick up her backpack. When she raised her head, she said righteously:
"Wan Chu'er, you repay kindness with ingratitude and fail to recognize goodwill. Today, Zhuo Yao, I cut my ties with you!" She needed to say something, to claw back some dignity for herself.
Upstairs, Wan Chu'er smirked disdainfully and coldly retorted: "Thanks for sparing me from your double-dealing, malicious bitch!"
"You!" Zhuo Yao was infuriated. She looked up at Wan Chu'er, feeling short of breath and all the more flustered as people in the courtyard started whispering and pointing at her. In the end, all she could do was huff and, with her head down, quickly leave the Glass Factory Family Quarters.
Wan Chu'er dusted off her hands and went back into her house.