"The world is really going downhill. How can such words be spread everywhere?" A noblewoman covered her nose with a handkerchief, showing no concealment of her disgust for Gu Wenjuan.
Facing these clearly hateful looks, Gu Wenjuan felt a surge of anger rising inside her, with an impulse to step forward and argue with them.
But soon she calmed down, smiled slightly, and said, "Hello, I am Gu Wenjuan."
Yao Manling had arrived earlier. Seeing Gu Wenjuan like this, she approached with a smile and said, "Wenjuan, you're finally here. Didn't you say you prepared some small gifts for everyone? Quickly bring them up, let everyone have a look."
Gu Wenjuan was already prepared, and the people behind her immediately followed orders. Just as these people were moving things in this direction, someone suddenly said, "Forget it, don't pretend to be nice. I can't bear these things."
Yao Manling's smile froze, "Mrs. Wen, those are all misunderstandings..."
