Jiang Xinyi looked at her mother with a slightly disdainful look.
However, Liu Jing seemed oblivious to this and still had the mood to lower her head to sip her coffee. It was December, and they had just come in from outside. Drinking a few sips of hot coffee truly felt comforting. She nodded with satisfaction and said to Zhou Yuwen, "Ah, Zhou, the coffee beans here aren't bad at all. Auntie finds them quite tasty."
Zhou Yuwen smiled and said, "Auntie, as long as you like it, that's good. Then Auntie, let Sister Xinyi keep you company here for a while, I still have things to deal with."
"You go about your business, don't worry about me." Liu Jing's fondness for Zhou Yuwen was undisguised, just smiling away. It wasn't that Liu Jing, this lady of high society, was naturally clueless, rather it was just such a coincidence when everything was put together.