The woman suddenly scread, and Yan Xinxin wanted to know what was going on.
Still puzzled, she saw the woman in the blue dress angrily pointing at her.
"Yan Xinxin, what’s your problem! Look at the way you’re walking! Didn’t you see holding my lipstick?"
Upon hearing the woman’s angry words, Yan Xinxin lowered her head to look.
The lipstick in the blue dress woman’s hand had snapped in half, but what shocked Yan Xinxin even more was the bold, glaring lipstick stain on the hem of the gauzy skirt she was wearing.
"Yan Xinxin, you’re going to compensate for this lipstick!"
The woman demanded fiercely.
"This lipstick is a limited-edition luxury item! It costs a thousand yuan per tube!"
"Xiaoxiao, let it go! People who rely on scholarships every year probably don’t have much money. A thousand yuan might be more than her entire monthly living expense!"
The woman in the red dress crossed her arms, putting on a magnanimous facade, but her contempt was unmistakable in her gaze.
"Zizi, how could you forget? She’s Young Master Mo’s companion. A re thousand yuan—she only needs to act coy with Young Master Mo and she’ll get it."
"That’s true..."
"Well, I guess you ladies are done talking now?"
After listening to the two high-society girls chatter back and forth, Yan Xinxin finally spoke slowly and calmly.
Seeing Yan Xinxin’s composed deanor, the two won exchanged puzzled glances.
"Your words just now seed to imply that I share so unusual relationship with Teacher Mo. If Young Master Mo’s reputation ends up being tarnished because of this, will you take responsibility?"
"Yan Xinxin, what are you trying to say?"
"Exactly what I said."
Yan Xinxin responded with poise.
"Also, a thousand yuan is indeed a significant amount for , but I don’t have the habit of asking others for money. Unlike so rich girls, who only need to extend a hand to receive thousands upon thousands of pocket money."
"You..."
"Lastly, I had been standing here without moving an inch. You were the one who walked over to . If anyone should compensate, I believe it’s you who owes ."
"..."
"Yan Xinxin, how dare you twist the truth! Clearly, it was you..."
"Look over there."
Yan Xinxin couldn’t be bothered to argue any further and elegantly raised her slender finger to point toward the corner of the ceiling.
"Six-star hotels are truly unique, even their powder rooms have surveillance caras. I suppose it’s to account for those monts when people suddenly and inexplicably act out of character?"
"..."
"..."
After finishing her sentence in a calm tone, Yan Xinxin turned and walked toward the door.
From beginning to end, she didn’t let herself lose her temper.
For the sake of her baby, she wasn’t about to waste her energy getting worked up over people like this.
But just as her front foot crossed the threshold, Xiaoxiao quickly followed her and stretched out her right foot, aiming to trip Yan Xinxin.
"What are you doing?"
A voice as sharp as an icy blade sliced through the air. Xiaoxiao flinched and instinctively retracted her foot.
Yan Xinxin paused and raised her eyes, seeing Mo Chuxi approach with a dark expression on his face. When she considered what he had just said, she suddenly understood what was happening.
Seeing Mo Chuxi approaching, both Xiaoxiao and Zizi imdiately adjusted their expressions into charming smiles.
"Young Master Mo, hello! I’m Zizi..."
"Young Master Mo, my na is Xiaoxiao. Do you rember ? Last year at the charity banquet I..."
"What was your foot trying to do just now?"
Mo Chuxi had no interest in listening to their attempts at small talk. His cold voice imdiately froze the ingratiating smiles on their faces.
"Nothing, I didn’t an to do anything! I just wanted to say hello to Yan Xinxin and make friends with her!"
Xiaoxiao quickly made up an excuse.
Mo Chuxi’s gaze softened as he looked at Yan Xinxin.
"Is that true?"
Yan Xinxin shook her head, "No."
"..."
"..."
Mo Chuxi’s sharp brows furrowed, and he suddenly noticed the lipstick stain on Yan Xinxin’s skirt.
"What’s with the skirt? Who did this?"
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