Bella arrives the department to meet nearly all the designers gathered at her desk, Zhi'ai and Haoran's side to be specific.
She eyes the little crowd and withdraws to hear in on their discussion without getting caught.
"I cannot believe this! $1500?! Where am I going to get that money from?!"
Zhi'ai hushes with tears gushing out of her eyes. Fenhua pats her back with a look of sympathy. All the other designers tries to comfort her, except Sheng and Haoran, who just sat at the middle desk, watching Zhi'ai's moment of anguish.
To Sheng, it seems kinda funny. She knows that wherever a person finds himself or herself, they've to be careful, not reckless.
She spilled water because of some disturbing thought, nothing else. Either she was absentminded, or angry.
"She looks sick now"
"Serves her well" Haoran nudges the arm of Sheng hearing his careless reply.
"You suppose to be there with her. She likes you" Haoran said