Many onlookers were casting their glances, itching to see a drama unfold, and whispering among themselves. Huang Jiajia had a face that clearly said, "I did it on purpose, what can you do about it?"
If I had been at the door, arguing with the opposition, I wouldn't have given the growing crowd more of a spectacle to laugh at.
Huang Jiajia was at most just a pawn sent out by someone behind the scenes; goaded by a few words, she eagerly made herself a target.
I bent down, about to pick up the invitation, when someone else beat me to it.
I looked up to find Gu Tingshen's gaze upon me. He handed me the invitation, then turned with an expressionless face to glance at Huang Jiajia, "Miss Huang, does Mr. Huang know you conduct yourself like this in public?"
Huang Jiajia's expression changed upon seeing Gu Tingshen, fear and wariness evident in her eyes.
