The one who spoke was a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl.
Just like her voice, she was delicate and frail. In terms of appearance, she was about average in this group of girls. Only her eyebrows were fine, and her skin was white, giving her a more sweet-tempered and refined atmosphere.
When they saw her, the girls in the room rolled their eyes.
"Lin Jin’er, who told you could come?" someone scoffed. "Why haven’t gone looking for your Young Lady Fang to play?"
Lin Jin’er was the daughter of Yangcheng County’s official registrar. The Lin Family was influential in Yangcheng mainly because of her father’s position as registrar. She was on pretty good terms with Jun Zhenzhen, and the only person ever to defend her. Thus, this girl was often scorned.
When she heard the inquiry, Lin Jin’er’s face was uneasy, and she lowered her head, tears in her eyes.
"I cannot bear to look at this punching bag. Really, how useless," some of the girls said with sneer.
