Following the direction of Wesley Palmer's finger, Savanna Moger almost broke down.
They actually left her the seat to Turstin Muller's left.
Was there really no other empty seat available?
Savanna Moger timidly glanced around; among the twenty seats at the round table, there was indeed only that one left.
Without looking at Turstin Muller's half-smiling face, she steeled her courage and walked over, taking a seat.
"Finished your urgent tasks?" Staring at Savanna Moger's flushed face, Turstin Muller curled his lips coldly, naturally leading to misunderstanding.
"Yeah!" Savanna Moger sipped some tea and rinsed her mouth: "Finished!"
To attend this meal, she was exhausted, sprinting madly after getting off the bus, drenched in sweat, only wiping her face at the entrance, her shirt already soaked.
Dared not speak out, she buried her head in the food.
Savanna Moger thought keeping silent might reduce her presence, but some people clearly had no intention of ignoring her.
