Yi Roujing walked out of the restroom, and the two people in front were talking to each other in low voices.
"Song Yiluo, when you go out and socialize now, you're representing the Song Family, so don't associate with just anyone. Do you think our Song Family is a shelter for hangers-on?" The girl in the trench coat spoke sarcastically, her voice not low, and as she spoke, she glanced at Yi Roujing.
"Got it, Third Cousin." Song Yiluo replied in one breath.
Yi 'Hanger-on' Roujing, was she being looked down upon?
She looked down at her outfit: a white shirt underneath, covered by a blue knitted cardigan, a floral skirt, white embroidered cloth shoes, combined with her perfect face and elaborate fishtail braids. Did she look like someone who needed to freeload?
"Ready?" Ding Ancheng walked toward Yi Roujing, carrying a bag of snacks, without even glancing at Song Yiluo.
