The faces of several girls turned livid and purple from Lin Mengyao's mocking. Lin Mengyao's appearance and demeanor were so imposing that they left people breathless. Looking at Lin Mengyao, there was no way you could doubt what she was saying. But there were always one or two people who, for the sake of their own pride, were stubbornly unyielding.
A little girl in a green dress quietly tugged at the sleeve of the girl in the goose-yellow dress and whispered in the smallest voice possible, "Shall we leave, her words seem to be true."
The girl in the green dress had already started considering escaping under Lin Mengyao's oppressive aura, but a look from the girl in the yellow dress pinned her in place, "If you dare to leave today, then don't expect to continue hanging out in this circle from now on."
