Not far away, a girl with a beautiful face and long hair stared at Yue Qingqing.
She had exceptionally smooth long hair, cascading down to her waist like a waterfall.
With black hair, white skin, and red lips, one could tell at first glance that she was a beauty.
But the slightly gloomy look in her eyes ruined this beauty.
"What's her name again?"
"I think she's called Yue Qingqing, such a rustic name."
There were quite a few people around the girl, chattering away, all mocking Yue Qingqing.
"She doesn't look that special, just a little girl. Her demeanor is far inferior to Mengyu's."
"I saw the new student dossier from the School of Finance. She's from a place called Zhuancheng, probably some obscure corner. No wonder she has that petty air about her."
"I really don't know what Senior Jiang sees in her. Does he think he's in some idol drama? The prince always likes those ordinary and laughable Cinderella types."
