"Are you Ye Lingran?" A haughty female voice came through, surprisingly fluent in English.
Ye Lingran listened, lifted her eyes and saw a tall, blonde girl dressed stylishly, with fairly good looks, though her expression was arrogant and disdainful. After sizing her up, Ye Lingran glanced at the two girls beside her, one was a foreigner, the other looked mixed-race. From their attire, it seemed they were socialites here to attend the evening banquet, no doubt!
Due to her foot injury, Ye Lingran initially wanted to stand up out of courtesy, but her ankle wouldn't allow it, so she offered a polite but shallow smile: "Yes, I am. And you are...?"
The leading girl let out a sneer, snatched a glass of red wine from the hand of the mixed-race girl on her left, and splashed it directly onto Ling Ran. Then she feigned surprise: "Oh, sorry, my hand slipped. Carl said you're a typical Oriental beauty, gentle and serene, like a beauty from ancient times. Now you really do look the part."
