"We have our own plans," Feng Jiao said with a firm tone.
The attitude of someone accustomed to high society, when firm, carries a vast momentum that leaves no room for rebuttal.
Chen Tonghua didn't dare to press too hard, fearing that being too clever might backfire.
The two then shifted the conversation to other matters, each ordering another coffee and drinking it slowly.
But it was all trivial talk, sparse in substance, and Jiang Zhe had no interest in listening anymore.
Thinking back to Feng Jiao's attitude towards Xiaoqi and Fang Ting in the afternoon, Jiang Zhe guessed that Feng Jiao was probably a decent person.
After paying the bill, Jiang Zhe left the café and headed towards the elevator.
"Sister-in-law?"
Upon hearing the voice, she turned around and saw He Zizhou and He Ling walking over.
He Zizhou's peach blossom eyes were very charming, attracting the gaze of many women along the way.
He Ling followed him buoyantly, gesticulating and talking about something.
