Who needs help there? They brought all of it themselves.

"Ahhh." Wang Pingruo screamed. "You crazy bi*ch. How could you …" She wanted to curse, but before she could even complete another shriek left her lips as the woman charged forward to grab her by the roots of her hair. 

"Calling me a bi*ch. How are you going to define yourself? A sl*ut." She said as she dragged her out of the elevator before pushing her on one of the seats in the lounge. 

Wang Pingruo fell on her face. Wincing, she wanted someone to help her. But everyone was standing at her looking at her with disdain written on their faces. They pitied her but it was not a sincere sympathy, rather they were standing there to be the audience of her fall.