"Zhuzi, give me a hug." Luomingjing darted forward and threw himself into Yanzhu's arms. She caught him with one hand. "I’ve been so busy lately. That bunch of losers had so much to say, and they kept tearing into me—boohoo—I didn't even get to see you."
Luomingjing pouted, venting his grievances to Yanzhu.
Some people only treat you according to their own agenda; if you are high above, they try to drag you off your pedestal, but if you are low in the dust, they trample you with disdain and complain that you’ve dirtied the hem of their skirts.
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