Shen Yinning said, "Gao Zheng, it's your business to dote on Yin Shanshan. What does it have to do with me? What can I not tolerate about her, after all, we're just—"
Before she could finish saying the three words "mock marriage," a waiter hurried over: "Madam Boss, the Crown Princess Consort and her party in that private room are requesting that you personally introduce the menu!"
Yin Shanshan became even more smug. "Sister, did you see that? Even the Crown Princess Consort comes to my Western-style restaurant to dine, proving that earning a fortune in the future is no mere dream. Doing business requires talent, and someone like you, a mere housewife, no matter how much you try to copy my exceptional skills, will never master even a fraction. You'd better go home to sleep early."
With that, she strutted off arrogantly with Gao Zheng in tow.
Xue Mianmian looked at Shen Yinning worriedly. "Zhaozhao..."
"It's nothing."
