The Bake sale.
There was an obvious hierarchy in these circles especially among the mothers, with each person trying to one-up the other.
A petite woman in her mid-thirties approached their table as soon as Song Ruoxin sat beside Qin Tao.The woman was dressed in a cream-colored ankle-length dress.
Song Ruoxin looked up as the woman stopped by the table and glanced down at the pastries, "Hello, we have a variety of pastries, make your choice".
The woman clasped both hands in front of her, "Oh Darling, I am not here to buy anything," she ran her eyes down Song Ruoxin's body, silently gauging the price of her clothes.
She Jutted her chin and smirked, "You certainly are a new one aren't you, that explains it".
Song Ruoxin's brow twitched but she held herself back, she could already see the mocking look in the woman's eyes.
