Chapter 174 Worthless Trash
- When Celia stepped out of the restroom, Ruth was still lounging by the door just like before, only her face had cooled. The warmth from earlier was gone.
- Well, that was the Ruth she knew. That was how they were in private.
- Celia shot her a calm, sideways glance, then turned to wash her hands, ignoring her. She knew Ruth too well—give it three seconds and the mask would crack.