Walking at the front, the girl with long, curly blue hair looked at Qiao Yu with disdain.

She looked Qiao Yu up and down with a sarcastic gaze, clicking her tongue and saying, "You reek of poverty. You're not even afraid of insulting your clothes by wearing luxury brands."

The waiter couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up for Qiao Yu righteously.

The blue-haired girl chewed gum and glared at the waiter with a sullen expression.

"When did bank tellers become so arrogant? Do you know who my father is?"

She pointed at the waiter's chest and said arrogantly, "My dad is in the management of Haidu City. If you dare to talk to me like that again, I'll make sure you can't stay in Haidu City!"

The waiter bit his lip, unsure how to argue.

The people who shop at this mall are all wealthy and powerful; she, an ordinary working woman, can't afford to offend them.

Qiao Yu mustered her courage: "Bai Ling, you're going too far with what you're saying."

"I didn't provoke you; on the contrary, you led the way in mocking and ridiculing me."

Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Qiao Yu, did I hear that right?"

She took two steps closer, crossed her arms, and her expression gradually turned fierce: "How dare you talk back to me!"

"Qiao Yu, who gave you the guts?"

Qiao Yu looked at her fearfully, her eyes turning red: "Bai Ling, right is right, and wrong is wrong."

"I have no grudge against you, so why are you targeting me time and time again?"

Because Bai Ling spread rumors at school, she was ostracized by her classmates and was pointed at and gossiped about by many people.

Before this, she had little interaction with Bai Ling.