Wen Ya clearly didn't expect her to react this way.
The attitude is quite irritating.
Wen Ya didn't rush to speak. She lifted her coffee, sipped lightly, and then slowly set it down, "Jiaojiao, shouldn't you show the proper etiquette upon meeting me?"
"Etiquette?"
Nan Jiaojiao slightly raised her eyes, "What should I call you?"
Wen Ya smiled faintly, looking directly at her. When she squinted, she habitually raised her chin a bit, and her posture of peering through slit eyes easily revealed a sense of superiority from a bygone era of class distinctions.
Commonly referred to as feudal remnants.
Nan Jiaojiao always despised anyone presenting a haughty demeanor in her presence.
Wen Ya was just posturing, and Jiaojiao chose to ignore her.
Just then, the waiter arrived with her milk tea and little cake, and she started eating directly with a fork.
