The woman who had been speaking softly stopped when she saw Wen Xiangyang looking at her. Instead of continuing, she provocatively glanced at Wen Xiangyang out of the corner of her eye, her demeanor clearly one of condescension.
Wen Xiangyang didn't pay attention to them; she was only here to wait for Wen Ya.
Wen Xiangyang didn't know the purpose of this location; however, as time passed, more and more well-dressed ladies of high society arrived.
In this circle, quite a few people recognized Wen Xiangyang and had heard of her deeds. Therefore, on seeing Wen Xiangyang standing at the entrance, without exception, all of them displayed either disdain or disgust.
Wen Xiangyang chose to ignore it all.
Around six in the afternoon, Wen Xiangyang finally saw the tardy Wen Ya. Today, Wen Ya was wearing a pink princess dress that made her look years younger, though it did not change her somewhat botched face.