Those girls grabbed Felicity Hayes's bag, opened the zipper, and shook out everything inside.
"What are you doing!" Felicity Hayes tried to stop them, but they were many, and she was helpless.
In the end, the backpack was also thrown to the ground, and one of the girls stomped on it several times.
"Isabelle Blaine is nice enough not to hold it against you, but we're not that easy. Watch out in the future, or don't blame us for being rude!"
"Ugh, what trash!"
The girls left.
Felicity Hayes bit her lip, her hand tightly clenched into a fist, and after a dozen seconds released it, she crouched down to pick up the things on the ground.
There were other people in the restroom, seeing her picking things up on the ground in such a sorry state, some snickered, some gloated, and the excessive ones even stepped over her things.
Because Felicity Hayes was not in the same world as them!
