Wendy did not intend to let Arielle know about her being here, as she did not want the latter to look down on her.
But as she heard what those students said about her, she got extremely displeased.
With that, she opened her mouth. “Is this your home? Who do you think you are that you can ask me to leave?”
Seeing that Wendy was unwilling to leave, the student's expression darkened.
“Well, it's not my home, but it's the stall of my goddess. Please don't make a fuss here, or I'll inform the teacher!”
Wendy sneered coldly upon hearing that. “Go on then. Does the school rule say that I can't show up here? Plus, you said that this was a stall. I'm here to buy something.”
“Buy something?” That student stared at her skeptically. “Are you sure you're here
only to buy something?”
Wendy's jaw tensed. “Am I such a person in your eyes?
“Are you not?”
“Of course not! I'm here to buy something!” Wendy clenched her fists while trying to get in line.
Just then, she finally spotted Arielle.
Arielle was busy serving the customers at the stall. Despite the sweat on her forehead, she looked extremely attractive.
That was the part which Wendy hated her the most.
Wendy forced herself not to look at Arielle as she shifted her gaze toward the stall.
She noticed Arielle's stall was way bigger than hers. Countless bowls were lined up neatly on the clean table.
Arielle scooped out the cooked ravioli and filled up the bowls one by one.
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