In fact, there are plenty of people like Ivy Claude who love putting on a show.
Especially during those holidays and anniversaries every year.
Whether it's a nursing home or a welfare center, they all get flooded with self-proclaimed philanthropists.
They bring so much stuff, it goes bad before anyone can finish it.
Volunteers? They'll sweep the yard eighty times in a day.
Wash old folks' feet twenty times a day.
They scrub till skin's rubbed raw.
During those days, every elderly person and every kid turns into a prop—a flesh-and-blood backdrop—for their photos.
But once those days are over, whether it's nursing homes or welfare centers, the front doors are deserted, nobody cares, nobody bothers—the place is desolate again.
This is what the real coldness of society looks like.
But the deputy director can't exactly refuse these folks coming to play their little acts.
Or else they'd say he's putting on airs and playing favorites, chilling the hearts of "good people."
