"Oh, right! You mean what happened this afternoon. At noon, in the afternoon. They'd arrived in the morning. Sister Xin was the earliest, a little after ten—she got here at ten thirty. The others came around eleven. They had lunch at the shop. While they were eating, they started talking about that stuff again. The same old things. This time they talked more about Gu Yan. Gu Yan had just died, after all, so they brought up the stuff online: how Gu Yan had supposedly killed herself, had depression, drank and slept with the boss, slept with people on set, and all that... Then they said it was a waste for Nantian to work with her, that it was such a shame. That sort of thing. They were gloating, saying Gu Yan deserved to die. After lunch, I cleared the plates, brought them drinks, and refilled their cups. They played cards. That's basically what they do whenever they come here: chat, play cards, and talk about that stuff. They do crafts, too. They did it once before, making a sign for Nantian. It was a complete mess. Paper scraps everywhere, and they even got glue on our table."
The man paused, his face full of disgust and resentment.
He went off on a tangent again, complaining that these people always left trash behind whenever they came. Sometimes they brought snacks, and he had to clean up all the fruit peels and shells. They also left a lot of extra garbage in the restroom.
After rambling on for a while, the man glanced below the camera. He seemed to be checking the comments in the livestream on his phone. As if someone had reminded him, he returned to the topic he'd been discussing.
"...It was in the afternoon, a little while