The few people gathered nearby couldn’t help but laugh.
Even the guests a little further away were filled with curiosity.
"An uncle has come over there, please excuse me for a moment." Zuri Ginger smiled and bowed slightly, giving a look to Grassy.
Grassy naturally understood her meaning.
As soon as she left, Grassy became even bolder: "Only Zuri Ginger can tolerate such a weirdo sister. I heard her say that Mia Ginger, her mother was a hair salon girl, as filthy and disgraceful as it gets!"
"Ah!" A group of girls exclaimed in unison.
This is unbelievable—" Grassy got more and more excited as she spoke.
The faces of the nearby girls were also quite a sight, as if they had discovered some incredible secret, whispering among themselves.
Beside them, Mia Ginger in a white dress was getting closer and closer.
She was wearing high heels, but the hall was so noisy that her footsteps were drowned out.
Mia Ginger blended into the crowd, watching the girl with long wavy hair talking animatedly, unable to help but raise an eyebrow and ask, "What nonsense are you saying? She’s a lady of status; how could her mother be so disgraceful?"
"She really is a girl of the night..."
Before Grassy could finish speaking, Mia Ginger directly raised her wine glass and splashed it over.
The crimson liquid streamed down Grassy’s face, and she screamed, while the surrounding girls were also taken aback, screaming as they scattered.
The commotion was so big that it caught the attention of everyone in the hall.
"What are you doing!" Grassy was furious, grabbing a tissue handed by a friend to wipe her face, gritting her teeth, "Are you crazy?"
"Yeah, what are you doing!"
"Splashing wine on someone for no reason!"
"Really, is she a friend of Zuri? Never seen her before!"
A few well-dressed girls came over from not far away, pointing and whispering.
Mia Ginger looked around calmly, then smiled.
Before she could speak, Zuri Ginger, who briskly approached, frowned and said, "What’s going on? Mia, what are you doing? Apologize to my friend!"
"So she’s your friend," Mia Ginger hooked her slim fingers around the wine glass, her face filled with disgust, "sister, how can you be friends with someone like her? Spreading rumors so carelessly, without any manners."
Before Grassy could finish her words, Zuri Ginger, with a cold face, pulled her aside and said to Mia, "Who I make friends with is my own business, but you’re two years younger than her, how can you be so rude, apologize!"
"No," Mia Ginger pressed her lips together, saying reluctantly, "She said mom was a girl of the night. If I apologize, wouldn’t that be admitting she’s right?"
"You!" Zuri Ginger was at a loss for words.
She clearly understood that Grassy referred to Camilia Davis, but who would have thought Mia would directly twist the meaning?
"Sister is defending her, does it mean you agree with her, thinking mom is a girl of the night?" Mia Ginger suddenly raised her voice.
The surrounding crowd who just gathered burst into laughter.
Zuri Ginger reflexively let go of Grassy.
Her face reddened, she lightly scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Mia Ginger didn’t speak, just looked at her, with Charlotte Chester, along with two servants, quickly approaching the two.
"What’s going on?" Charlotte Chester asked with a frown.
"The friend sister brought called you a girl of the night, I splashed her with red wine, and sister asked me to apologize. Mom... can you believe she would say that?" Mia Ginger directly interrupted Zuri Ginger, looking distressed.