The crowd couldn't help but move aside, and Song Lingyu and her daughter, with no sense of discretion, followed suit.
In an instant, the eyes of the crowd were filled with distaste, but they still silently moved further away.
But unexpectedly, Song Lingyu and her daughter had exceptionally thick skin and continued to follow.
"Why are you following us?" one of the ladies got irritated, glaring angrily at Song Lingyu.
Song Lingyu's expression froze, then she smiled: "Ma'am, I just wanted to chat with you all."
"Who wants to chat with you? Which family's wife are you?" another elegant lady spoke disdainfully. Judging by Song Lingyu's attire, it was clear she was from a minor wealthy family, yet she was oblivious and kept clinging, like a sticky plaster.
