"You..." Gao Yuwen, feeling deeply humiliated, angrily slapped the table, her eyes filled with a fierce glare.
Xi Xinlan sat there, looking calm and composed. Beside her, An Yuya, seeing no trace of displeasure on her face, excitedly countered: "I've had quite a bit of good coffee abroad and brought some back home. If Miss Gao likes it, I can bring you a can next time. As for the coffee here, since Miss Gao likes it, my mom and I will give you both cups so you can have enough at once."
As An Yuya spoke, she pushed the coffee in front of herself and Xi Xinlan toward the soy sauce-faced Gao Yuwen.
The latter, extremely concerned about appearances, immediately lost all remaining grace. Pointing at An Yuya's nose, she loudly shouted: "You cheap woman, who are you calling a country bumpkin? Is going abroad that impressive?"
Faced with such a Gao Yuwen, Xi Xinlan's heart instantly felt at ease, with no more fear.
