"Oh Jingjing, how come you know this waiter, and didn't introduce us, sisters?"
Qiao Jing is five centimeters shorter than Tang Xi, but at this moment, standing on fifteen-centimeter heels, she looked down on Tang Xi, "This one here is named Tang Xi. Don't be fooled by her innocent looks, she's quite the flirt on the inside. Probably came here to scout out my birthday banquet in advance, trying to snag a rich guy."
Gazing at Tang Xi like a proud swan, she asked, "Who have you set your sights on this time? Let me help you with the introductions. Young Master Song, An Shao? Or maybe Young Master Xu?"
Several well-dressed socialites laughed heartily and pointed at Tang Xi.
"Jingjing, let's not get too close to these kinds of people; they reek of poverty and it's unbearable."
"Look at her wearing the waiter's outfit, deliberately accentuating her figure; standing with someone like this really devalues us."
Tang Xi was truly wronged. Whose fault is it if she has a good figure?
