Half an hour later, Madeline Zhao left, and Rachel Xia sat on the windowsill, looking at her dejected back. During this half hour, her aunt must have comforted her, otherwise she didn't know if she could ride the electric bike.
Not long after, my aunt pushed the door open and came in with a bottle of drink in her hand. Seeing that my aunt seemed to be hesitant to speak, Rachel Xia spoke first.
"You don't have to tell me. You know best what kind of person she is, and I just said what was in my favor."
"But she is..."
"She is not! She doesn't deserve it!" Rachel Xia interrupted harshly.
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