Lian Chuchu's gaze lingered on a girl drinking juice at a table on the outskirts of the crowd.

She stared at the girl without making a sound.

Soon, a waiter walked towards the man.

The waiter, carrying a glass of red wine, tripped over something as he walked.

The girl was caught off guard, and almost all the red wine on the tray was spilled onto her light pink dress.

"ah……"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

The waiter bowed his head and offered a sincere apology.

The girl frowned and looked down at the large red wine stain on her body.

Looking at the waiter with displeasure, she said, "You..."

Before anything could be said, the waiter hurriedly knelt down.

"I'm so sorry, miss. I was wrong. Please don't hold it against me. I'm so sorry."

The girl was speechless. She hadn't said a word yet, as if she were some kind of heinous and wicked woman.

Many people are drawn to the commotion here; most people are like that—they go wherever it's lively.

Soon, a crowd had gathered around.

The waitress seemed startled by the large number of people.

"Miss, I'm so sorry, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, I'll kowtow to you."

As he spoke, he began to bang his head repeatedly on the floor.

"What's going on?"

"Judging from the wine stains on this young lady, the waiter must have bumped into her."

The onlookers whispered among themselves, leading more people to speculate.

"But it's not a big deal, is it? This waiter is quite pitiful."

"You've kowtowed so many times, your head must be swollen."

At this moment, the waitress looked up, and the redness and swelling on her forehead were exposed to everyone's eyes.

Everyone was startled; a large bump had swollen on his forehead and was still bleeding.

Consequently, the way people looked at the girl began to change.

"How can such a pretty girl have such a vicious heart!"

The waiter knelt down and moved towards the girl, grabbing the hem of her skirt:

"Miss, please spare me! I promise I'll wash your clothes clean, please!"

It looked like a truly pitiful little thing.

The girl frowned, also getting angry. "I haven't said anything yet! What are you doing?"

The waiter was startled and started kowtowing again, saying, "I was wrong."

On one side, there was the "thump-thump" sound of a head hitting the ground, which showed how tragic it was.

"Miss, you've gone too far. All she did was accidentally spill a little red wine on you. It's inhumane to treat her like this."

"It's good to be forgiving, miss, please don't hold it against me."

Everyone stood on moral high ground to condemn the little girl, while Lian Chuchu was chatting with Lin Feifan in the distance.

She seemed to have just noticed the unusual situation and spoke up:

"Brother Feifan, it seems something has happened over there?"

Lin Feifan smiled and said to the people around him, "I'll go take care of this first, please feel free to do as you please."

As soon as Lin Feifan left with Lian Chuchu, the people here naturally couldn't stay still and all followed.

When I arrived, I heard Li Weiwei's aggressive voice.

"So you're from our school too. If the school knew you were making things difficult for a waitress with no connections, I wonder if they would be ashamed of you."

Then someone else chimed in:

"Your name is Qin Xi'er, right? I've seen you at school."

The girl was left isolated in the middle by the crowd.

The trembling waiter had already been helped up by the "kind people" around him.

Just then, Lian Chuchu and Lin Feifan arrived at the center.