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"Yueyue, this kind of country bumpkin is really uncultured. If she's not beating people up, she's cursing. How did she get in?" As Yan Yue walked into the banquet hall, a few heiresses surrounded her and ingratiated.

Yan Yue did not comment. She was usually cold and aloof, and her interaction with these people was limited to courtesy.

"You're taking a big risk by bringing someone of unknown origin in here. She doesn't know what's good for her and even hit people. She's just embarrassing you." Even though Yan Yue did not say a word, there were still rich young ladies by her side who stood up for her.

Yan Yue did not take their words to heart. She paid more attention to the movements outside the door.

Strange, did Bai Lin really not make a fuss?

Yan Yue could not help but turn around. Bai Lin was actually on the phone?

She took a few steps back and came to the security guard again. "Why are you still letting her stay here?"