Qin Wenrou watched Song Anjing search for her ticket with a gleeful expression.
In her heart, she thought, what are you pretending for? You're just a country girl who drinks cheap milk all day, how could you possibly have a ticket?
Yet she still put on a concerned and understanding act: "Song, it's okay, if you don't have a ticket, just say so honestly. The security brother will understand and be lenient. You need to be truthful."
Song Anjing rolled her eyes dramatically: "Idiot. If you shut up, no one would mistake you for a mute."
Qin Wenrou choked, feeling a bit aggrieved: "Song, the point is, no one would believe your claim of having a ticket. Look at your clothes, cut all ragged like this, it's not VIP exhibition entry material at all…"
She surveyed Song Anjing's white shirt, Xiangxiang's dining hall work uniform, and the simple black hoodie on Qin Xin, unable to hide her disdain.
