The child sitting next to her ran over and tried to hook a piece of the red cake from her plate with his little finger, but she mercilessly slapped his hand away.
It was at this moment that the waiter delivering the pastries, with subtle tension and relaxation on his face, was spotted by Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan's lips curled slightly: so that's how it is.
But she wasn't going to remind Sun Mei. Sun Mei had publicly insulted her twice, so why would she be such a fool as to give her a heads up?
The child, having been smacked on the hand, ran back to his mother sobbing. Following this incident, no one at the table wanted to touch Sun Mei's cake anymore, no matter how delicious it was or even if Sun Mei invited them to have some.
The onlookers' gazes turned from envy to cold contempt.
Sun Mei didn't care and scoffed to herself: You're all just jealous because you can't have any.
