Everyone stopped eating, putting down their chopsticks in unison, as if paparazzi had caught the scent of gossip; all ears perked up, eyes glinting with the secretive thrill of uncovering secrets.
"Xiao Mu, if you've been wronged, speak up, okay?"
"Yeah, with so many people here, someone will stand up for you!"
"Xiao Mu, you're just too tender-hearted, too kind; you let that vixen climb all over you!"
"Not at all..." Wen Mu gently shook her head.
The crowd went back and forth, one sentence after another. Among women, what they hate the most is the 'other woman' and the 'vixen.' Especially these old, faded ladies of high society, who didn't have these sorts of juicy troubles at home?
Now that they finally had the chance to vent, they eagerly launched a verbal onslaught against Gu Xiaoer.
"So young, yet instead of doing something decent, why mimic those who are morally questionable? Isn't that just like being a thief!"
