The five girls targeting Ruby Mercer had awkward expressions on their faces.
People around them showed looks of disdain, and some whispered,
"Whose daughter is that? So ignorant. It's obviously a pearl, but they take it for a fish eye."
"This material looks high-end, silky, and soft. It's obviously not ordinary, how could they be so clueless."
"Jealousy, it's all jealousy blinding them..."
"So young, not much insight, but plenty of scheming."
...
The few girls hung their heads, ashamed, accepting the judgment of the crowd. The contemptuous looks pierced through them.
Stripping their dignity away, standing bare and undignified like an animal among everyone.
Just as they were about to leave, Ruby Mercer stopped them.
"Don't go. It's okay if you insult me, but aren't you going to apologize for insulting the work of a master's protégé and daughter?"
