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The noble lady looked her up and down a few times, sneered, and said to the servants behind her: "Could it be that the rules at the banquet were not clearly written, and there are still people who don't know the dress etiquette?"

The servant immediately said cleverly: "Return to Madam, the invitation letter is clearly written, the banquet is a formal dinner, and formal dresses are required to attend."

"How should we deal with those who are disheveled?" Your Madam asked proudly.

Servant: "I'm not well dressed, I must be kicked out of the dinner party!"

The female relatives also nodded in agreement: "That's right, that's right, if you go to a banquet and don't even know how to wear clothes, isn't it disrespectful to the host and deserves to be kicked out? In the future, such people will not be welcome at banquets in the upper class!"

Gu Qiqi didn't pay attention to these people's singing and talking, and said things that pushed people away.

However, if the noble lady seemed to have no place, her face kept looking at her, and her tone was somewhat familiar, which made Gu Qiqi have to pay more attention.

Who are they talking about?

Badly dressed?

She thought she was dressed in a manner, so it shouldn't be her, right?

But this vitriol is disgusting enough.

I don't know which family's wife she is in the imperial capital? Listen to the voice and listen to the young ones.

She frowned, trying to see the lady's appearance clearly.

But the other party's face was covered with a layer of black veil, making it impossible to see clearly.

The tone of voice was also a bit weird, although it was vaguely familiar, but among the people Gu Qiqi knew, he really couldn't find such a weird person.

"This way, if you don't leave, then I will leave." Gu Qiqi stepped forward and continued to rush to the banquet hall. She also wanted to go early, catch those generals, and talk about the frontline affairs.

Even if she couldn't find any news about the werewolf, it would be great if she could find out some news about the battlefield. It would help her avoid the battlefield and avoid being affected by the flames of war.

But, she just took a step, and a woman's sharp voice came from behind: "Stop! Who allowed you to go in!"

Gu Qiqi's eyes turned cold.

Oh, it was really aimed at her!

That nouveau riche lady, does she want to make trouble? ? ?

My sister never takes the initiative to cause trouble, but she has never been afraid of trouble!

Gu Qiqi paused, then turned her head coldly: "I'm going my own way, do I need your consent?"

She thought that the other party was unhappy because she took a step ahead, how could she know——

"Hehe, you don't deserve to come to such a high-end banquet with your disheveled and shabby appearance!" The lady's tone was aggressive!

It turned out to be because of the clothes!

Ladies, why don't you look far ahead and worry about the pieces of cloth you wear all day long, is that interesting?

Gu Qiqi glanced contemptuously: "What do I wear, what does it have to do with you?"

"Of course it has something to do with it! You didn't look in the mirror before you went out, did you?" Your Madam sneered, then closed her mouth pretending to be reserved, letting the people around her continue to attack Gu Qiqi's clothes.

A female family member: "Surely you don't look in the mirror, this kind of person! Dress so shabby, the clothes are inferior goods without a brand?"

A follower: "I don't even see the shoes, they are flat shoes, tsk tsk, don't you even have the money to buy high heels?"

A female family member: "Is that bag for children's snacks? My God, she thought she was coming to the kindergarten to play house? Do you know that our dinner party is the top party of the upper class, and it is hosted by the wife of the vice president herself! She like this Shabby to attend, do you have a face?" The online service of the real young lady will help you find books to chat with you, please wechat/message/search/search hot web articles or rdww444 to wait for you~

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