The short-haired girl's face fell in an instant. She looked at Bai Lin with reluctance before returning to the banquet hall. Her small figure disappeared around the corner.
Bai Lin looked up and saw the person who spoke. She was wearing an aqua blue fishtail dress and her face was as cold as a snow lotus high up in the mountain.
"Yueyue, this is Bai Lin. I was just talking to you about her." A slightly famous female celebrity in the entertainment industry came up to Yan Yue intimately, wanting to hold her arm but was pushed away.
She was a little embarrassed, but she immediately adjusted her expression and retracted her hand that was hanging in the air to her waist.
"Bai Lin?" Another rich heiress also noticed the commotion and came over to see who Bai Lin was.
She looked at Bai Lin contemptuously. "Coming to the banquet dressed like this? Is this the part where the ugly duckling turns into a white swan?"
