The faces of the people still waiting in line behind them all looked rather grim.
One after another, they cast furtive glances at Chen Mo and Li Jinrong—some envious, some jealous, others disdainful.
Quite the damn connected pair!
Many cursed them inwardly, wishing they could take their place. The Anomaly Suppression Bureau's examinations often got people killed.
"Listen, Fatty Li. If you're going to pull strings, fine, but could you at least be a little more low-key?"
A woman's voice, dripping with sarcasm, rang out from the middle of the line, drawing everyone's attention.
The speaker was a young woman, around eighteen or nineteen, standing ramrod straight with an air of upright confidence.
She had a neat, ear-length haircut. Instead of the fashionable qipao dresses and jackets favored by young ladies these days, she wore a crisp white shirt with a pointed collar, a dark gray, fine-checkered waistcoat, matching suit trousers, and black leather shoes.
Her outfit was clean and smart, and stood out sharply among the men and women in long robes and dresses at the reception hall, giving her a distinctively spirited air.
Yet her almond-shaped eyes were filled with disdain for Li Jinrong and Chen Mo's use of connections.
Being mocked in public, Fatty Li's face immediately fell.
He spun around, snapping open his folding fan and pointing it at her. "Well, who do we have here? None other than Third Miss Liu!"
He put heavy emphasis on "Third Miss." "What's the matter? You, a modern woman fresh back from studying abroad, can't stand us old-fashioned people who pull strings?"
"Then tell me this: why would a proper young lady like yourself come here to squeeze in with the rest of us instead of enjoying the good life at home? What respectable path did you take to