Yu Qinglan cried in her room for the entire morning.
No one cared.
Seeing that there was no hope of staying, Ai Xiaorui packed her luggage and left early.
Just like what Chen Yuheng had said, even if a person had a heart, they might not really care about another person.
Yu Qinglan cried for a long time. Her eyes were red and swollen, but no one paid attention to her. Until lunchtime, no one came to her room to take a look.
After crying for so long, Yu Qinglan felt like she had been drained of her energy. She lay on the bed in a daze, heartbroken.
The door was pushed open.
Yu Qinglan looked over happily, but she was disappointed when she saw that it was the robot Momo.
Momo was holding a tray with lunch in his hand. He slowly rolled the tray in and placed it on the small table beside Yu Qinglan's bed.