To be able to be treated thusly by a woman could not be anything other than another woman. If there was any difference to be made, it was probably because the newcomer was prettier than the woman currently next to Ye Shuang, and not just a little bit prettier. It would not be a friend, then an enemy? Not quite, this kind of woman would not know anyone from this kind of high-end location. At most, it would be a competition from a certain point, and based on their looks, it would be clear who the winner was. Therefore, this was just the resentment of a long-time loser.
Ye Shuang analyzed the situation in a brief second and then decided to leave. She did not want to get involved in this kind of fight.
