A lady seated with her friends scowled with disgust. She flexed her long nails. Then she lifted her glass in Qin Zhuzhu's direction and splashed her drink.
The wine got Qin Zhuzhu's body, staining her coat a red colour. The lady's friends started laughing and giggling.
"Oh, sorry about that. My hand slipped," the lady explained unapologetically and in an unfriendly tone.
"It's okay," Qin Zhuzhu calmly said and looked away, ignoring the women who were laughing. When they saw that she wasn't giving them attention, the lady became more angry.
A group of men were seated not far from them on a sofa that was made of real leather. From the way that they were dressed, one could tell that they had money to spend. Their eyes immediately felt on Qin Zhuzhu whose appearance stood out amongst the others.
"Hey, look at that chick. Her features are not bad," one man clicked his tongue. He was a middle aged man. All his friends were around the same age group.
