Yi Ling's face was already covered in frost, watching people in the tea house crowd around the window, and Qing Lei and Qiao Qiao downstairs were surrounded like stars holding the moon as they entered the flowery gates. The smiles on their faces were like flowers, seeming to be the greatest mockery of Yi Ling!
Now they are living in such a luxurious and comfortable world, while she has to be scheming and painstaking, and even compete for love with someone like Ji Xiulan who is not in the mainstream!
"Hey, who is that girl next to Miss Qing Lei and Miss Qiaoqiao? I've never seen her before," a man suddenly asked.
"Who? I didn't notice just now, isn't it a maid?"
"How could it be a maid? That figure, that temperament, how could it be just a mere maid? Besides, she's walking with Qiaoqiao and Qing Lei, and the maids are following behind them, you can see for yourself! The one wearing the veil."