After taking her seat, Jing Xiaocha asked the server for a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, then looked up at Jin Fengjiao, who was sitting opposite her, staring at her with disdainful eyes the entire time.
"Miss Jin, if you have something to say, just say it."
Jing Xiaocha couldn't be bothered with Jin Fengjiao's attitude.
It's not like she didn't know wealthy people, like Wen Ran, Bai Xiaoxiao, An Lin; they all had excellent family backgrounds, coming from wealth and prestige.
But none of them ever looked at people like Jin Fengjiao did.
In her heart, Jing Xiaocha categorized Jin Fengjiao as a shallow, unrefined type of woman.
Jin Fengjiao's gaze on Jing Xiaocha was sharp and scornful, clearly disatisfied with Jing Xiaocha's demeanor.
Jin Fengjiao scrutinized Jing Xiaocha for a long while, a hint of contempt flashed in her eyes before she arrogantly spoke, "I heard you're writing a novel."
"..."
