Jiang Qimeng's pretty little face turned slightly pale, and she nodded awkwardly towards Jian Xi, her expression full of embarrassment. "Sorry, I didn't realize Miss Jian was here."
Ha!
Putting on an act. Jian Xi simply didn't believe she was truly unaware of her presence.
"My friend is just talking nonsense. This is your seat; how could I possibly compete with you for it?"
Listen to that. So gentle, so endearing. What a classic "green tea" performance. Especially when paired with her delicate demeanor in that high-end, custom-made, snow-white dress, any man would see Jiang Qimeng as a kind-hearted and amiable beauty, particularly with Yaoyao serving as her foil.
"Since you know your place and that you can't compete with me, stop letting your friend spout nonsense here. You're both making fools of yourselves. Get lost."
Jian Xi proudly tilted her chin up, showing no mercy to Jiang Qimeng, who had clearly come looking for trouble.
Jiang Qimeng was utterly stunned.
