Not fitting in?
Beisitian looked up at her, somewhat disinterested in answering such a question. It felt like talking to a child who wasn't quite all there.
Not cooperating with you means not fitting in? Your childish provocation tactics are outdated by eight hundred years. Besides, even if it's about arts and literature, it's all voluntary. Is there really someone forcing others into it?
Seeing Beisitian's lack of tact and her refusal to take the bait, Yuan Tong felt even more frustrated, and her gaze at Beisitian darkened.
But there was nothing she could do about Beisitian. She couldn't very well have a shouting match with her in front of so many people; that would be too embarrassing, and she'd never be able to mix in these circles again.
A girl who came over with Yuan Tong sneered and said, "Xiaotong, stop it. She's just afraid."
Having the stairs to step down, Yuan Tong showed a bitter smile, sighed, and seemed unsure of what to say.
