"So what can you do?"
Sierra Summers said lazily, "You're so angry, why not call the police?"
Ivy Vaughn's face was livid; Sierra's calm attitude nearly made her choke with rage.
The two people who followed her over perhaps also felt embarrassed; they lowered their heads without saying a word and didn't dare look at Sierra.
But Sierra was different. Her smile was genuinely cute and bright, even though what she said didn't match her demeanor at all, "I've been waiting for you to bring this up~ You, worrying like eunuchs when the emperor isn't, sneaking around like sewer rats eavesdropping on Jasmine and her ex's chat, and secretly taking photos of me and him."
"You, as a decent girl, why do such dishonorable, disgusting things?"
"Oh right, you even used the president's name to deliberately ask me out to talk about this."
Sierra laid it out clearly.
The members of the Poetry and Art Society all looked uncomfortable.
