Qin Wenrou watched Song Anjing search for her ticket with a gleeful expression.
In her heart, she thought, what are you pretending for? You’re just a country girl who drinks cheap milk all day, how could you possibly have a ticket?
Yet she still put on a concerned and understanding act: "Song, it’s okay, if you don’t have a ticket, just say so honestly. The security brother will understand and be lenient. You need to be truthful."
Song Anjing rolled her eyes dramatically: "Idiot. If you shut up, no one would mistake you for a mute."
Qin Wenrou choked, feeling a bit aggrieved: "Song, the point is, no one would believe your claim of having a ticket. Look at your clothes, cut all ragged like this, it’s not VIP exhibition entry material at all..."
She surveyed Song Anjing’s white shirt, Xiangxiang’s dining hall work uniform, and the simple black hoodie on Qin Xin, unable to hide her disdain.
She was wearing the little dress Brother Jun bought her today, a branded piece worth over three thousand, even Hu Yi had complinted her earlier.
Song Anjing continued to search for her ticket while scoffing at her: "What do you know, my white shirt is called art! You have no artistic appreciation and still co to the exhibition, you’re like a pig with spring onions up its nose pretending it’s an elephant!"
Qin Wenrou didn’t expect Song Anjing to be sharp-tongued despite seeming dumb, so she turned back to the security she hired: "Security brother, being exposed in public like this must be embarrassing for them, why not take them to the security office for processing?"
Her voice wasn’t loud but sharp, especially when she emphasized "take to the security office," imdiately attracting the attention of other students nearby, who gathered around to watch the commotion, pointing and gossiping about Qin Xin and her friends.
Soone recognized them as the first group to enter, already envious, and now seeing security checking tickets, joined in the mockery: "I thought they had so connections to be the first ones in, turns out they faked it to sneak in... Tsk tsk! Such a disgrace to our school!"
Song Anjing was sweating profusely, still searching for her ticket.
Xiangxiang weakly reached over with her hand: "Is it these two tickets? You left them on the table when you were taking photos..."
Song Anjing slapped her forehead: "Yes, yes, yes!"
She flashed the two light gold VIP invitation cards with confidence: "Qin Wenrou, could you at least try being decent? Don’t think I can’t tell, you called the security, right? Trying to embarrass us, huh? Sorry, your little plan was a fail, FAIL!"
She waved the two cards in front of Qin Wenrou’s face, almost hitting her!
"These tickets...are real?" Qin Wenrou never expected Song Anjing to actually find the tickets.
It was like a slap in the face!
The security verified them and nodded: "They are real tickets, my apologies, VIP guest, for the disturbance."
Qin Wenrou felt her heart racing, her blood pressure seed to rise, unwillingly noticing sothing was wrong: "Wait, there are four of you, why only two tickets?"
She seed to latch onto a vital point and turned to the security: "They definitely faked their way in!"
The security was a bit baffled too: "Um... VIP guests, do you have more tickets?"
This was a problem Song Anjing dared not answer.
She rembered that Qin Xin might have given them only two tickets.
What now?
She quietly nudged Qin Xin, who was looking at her phone: "Xinxin, maybe you and Xiangxiang say these two tickets are yours, and I won’t go in..."
Though, the VIP exhibition is seriously super, super, super stunningly beautiful.
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