Sophia Clark glanced at her.
Bella Cooper immediately blinked her eyes: "Let's reminisce. Come on, let's go over and chat."
That's what she said.
But Bella Cooper's eyes were full of mockery, holding Laura Finley's hand in one hand, motioning to Sophia Clark with the other, "Let's go over there."
Sophia Clark took a step back, bowing elegantly: "I'm a bit tired, I'll wait for you guys in the coffee shop here."
She didn't want to join the hustle and bustle.
It was too low level, and it would degrade her own status.
Bella Cooper looked a bit awkward, but she didn't insist.
Laura Finley nodded at Sophia Clark and followed along.
Sophia Clark remained where she was, thoughtfully watching Yvonne Finley's passing profile, and her eyebrows slowly furrowed.
After a while, she took out her phone from her bag, opened WeChat, found a contact, and after much contemplation, sent over a message.
'I've recently met someone who is somewhat like you—'
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