Surrounded by dozens of black-clad individuals, Shen Cheng walked out of the bank.
Blouse, shorts, and flats—though the most inconspicuous of outfits, she shone radiantly in that instant.
Many couldn't help but give her a second glance.
"Sigh, that young girl just now must have been beaten miserably by her, and she even had her people forcefully stuff her into a trash bin, that's just too cruel…"
As soon as Shen Cheng left, the bank erupted into chaos.
"If you ask me, she got what she deserved. You guys didn't see how mean she looked just now, acting all high and mighty because she's a VIP customer, cutting in line as if it were her due!"
"But she's a VIP, she's naturally exempt from queuing, isn't that right?"
"The key point is she cut in line, is cutting in line the same concept as queuing? If you were in that situation, you wouldn't be happy either…"
"Who even is that fierce character? With that entourage, it seems like she has a powerful backer…"