Ye Weiwei's remarks had left the other job applicants speechless. After exchanging glances, they resettled into their seats.
However, it wasn't long before a girl suddenly slapped the table in front of her and sprung to her feet, hands on her hips and glaring at Ye Weiwei with a fierce demeanor.
"We just don't accept ex-convicts like you, so what? We just don't want someone like you here to compete with us for spots. We hate you, loathe you, discriminate against you—whose fault is it that you've been in prison?"
"Heh!" Ye Weiwei laughed in defiance, set down her makeup case, and slowly stood up to meet the girl's gaze with equal intensity. "I've been to prison, but I did nothing wrong! I haven't wronged anyone, so I won't accept any form of disdain or discrimination. If you really want to discriminate, then please head out, turn left, and join the queue to your heart's content!"
After those words, Ye Weiwei sat down again.