Jian Dan did not stop eating. As she ate, she looked at the middle-aged woman. "Were you talking about me just now?"
Upon hearing Jian Dan's words, the woman immediately said, "Looks like you still have some self-awareness. That's right, I was talking about you just now. I think you should know how ugly your table manners were just now. Otherwise, you wouldn't have known that I was talking about you."
That rich woman had the attitude of an elder educating a junior. It was as if what she had just said was all for Jian Dan's own good. Not only should Jian Dan not be angry, but she should also thank her for her pointers.
"I don't have ugly table manners, neither did I ask you to watch. You're such a busybody. Just because you're old doesn't mean you are wise." Jian Dan shot back.
Jian Dan did not care what others thought of her. To put it simply, their opinions were nothing to her.
"I didn't expect you to have such a sharp tongue."
