"HAN JIAO!"
Han Rong dashed over to her daughter from across the hall whilst the eyes of everyone widened.
On the other hand, Han Jiao was completely drenched in champagne and bleeding from some minor cuts.
Looking down on her, He Yuan calmly took a sip of the wine he was holding. "You're an elite but you do not know how to act like one. Now look, you've embarrassed yourself. How disappointing."
"HA!" A couple of young ladies who had been trying their best to hold in their laughter couldn't do it anymore and finally gave in.
"HA HA!" The laughter of the girls successfully triggered some other people and soon a good number of guests were laughing.
Han Jiao's chest heaved desperately as she looked around. So many people -especially ladies her age- were laughing at her. Unable to bear it anymore, she stood up and ran out of the hall in tears.
Han Rong sent He Yuan a glare before running after her daughter.
