The server was quick indeed.
In a little while, he brought up the freshly ground Brazilian coffee that Gu Xu's mother, Ling Guizhen, had ordered.
Chen Jingzi watched as Ling Guizhen elegantly picked up her coffee cup, casually stirring it with a small white porcelain spoon.
Ling Guizhen, nearly in her sixties, projected an aura of absolute grace as she sipped her coffee, her orchid-like fingers lifting the cup with ease. Her skin was surprisingly smooth and pale for her age.
However, Chen Jingzi sneered inwardly: Even in total poverty, still putting on airs of nobility?
Ha!
Chen Jingzi let out a cold laugh.
Ling Guizhen took a sip of her coffee, glanced at Chen Jingzi, and laughed casually, "Whether we are doing well or not, what's it to you? You should be more concerned about yourself. You turned down Gu Xu when I told you not to marry him. Now that you've been abandoned, it must be hard, isn't it?"