Summer Lowell thought carefully and realized that she didn't know them at all, so she ignored them.
She guessed that it was probably some young masters and mistresses drunk from the party, coming over to cause a scene.
Seeing Summer's indifferent attitude, those people got upset, "We're talking to you, don't you have any manners?"
Anyone who could attend this party was either formidable themselves or had powerful connections.
Summer weighed the situation for a few seconds and turned to leave.
She couldn't afford to provoke them, but she could avoid them.
There was no need to engage with drunk lunatics.
However, these people who seemed to have come prepared, weren't about to let her leave so easily. A fashionably dressed woman stepped forward to block her path, "What? You think you can walk away after offending us?"
"???"
Summer felt a headache, a scene reminiscent of being bullied abroad years ago unfolded before her eyes.
