Everyone was somewhat regretful, regretting so much that their intestines turned green.
This woman, who appeared mature and enchanting, turned out to be a love-struck young girl. They all swarmed up to her, showering her with attentions, but couldn't catch her eye at all.
Instead, that kid sitting over there drinking alone, seemed so independent and unique, appearing handsome and cool in her eyes.
"What's going on here!"
Someone muttered, feeling indignant.
At this moment, they all wished they could rush to the corner, raise their glasses, pose, and attract this beauty's attention.
But, they also knew, it was already too late.
"Miss Christine, what's so handsome about this guy? He's just a country bumpkin!"
"Right, right, he's just a kid, probably hasn't even grown all his hair yet!"
They gathered around Sandra Christine, desperately slandering Charlie Thompson, attacking everything from his appearance, background, taste, to age.
