"What competition?" Yang Zhilin couldn't grasp the concept and asked her mother.
Mrs. Yang glanced sideways at her daughter's face, "He told you that she was here to participate in this coffee competition, not to have me as a judge."
Yang Zhilin couldn't understand what her mother meant by that and said, "Mom, it's not about making her lose—"
"Yes, it is about making her lose, but instead, she didn't lose today. On the contrary, she won decisively," said Mrs. Yang.
Yang Zhilin couldn't accept that, "When did she ever win the competition? She is not the champion, clearly not her."
"She was never a famous barista, she doesn't aim to be the world's famous barista," Mrs. Yang paused, her eyes narrowing into slits as if locking onto Gu Nuan's face in her mind, "I finally understand what's terrifying about her. She's a born businesswoman."
