Wang Qiuhe ignored her, got directly out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and after changing in the restroom, she went downstairs, completely disregarding Fan Tianhua's accusations and curses chasing after her.
It wasn't until she left the room and got on the elevator that Wang Qiuhe felt peace in her ears. Honestly, during these two months, she had been well taken care of; the food in Xiyuan hardly needs mentioning—eating there for a long time could indeed make one's taste buds quite particular. Furthermore, during the half-month she spent in Ning City with the group, the food was excellent. So, when confronted with the topped rice dish, a feeling of disgust arose spontaneously and before she could stop herself, she tossed the food away.