Lu Zhenzhen spoke softly, her tone laced with scorn, yet her smile could be described as nothing less than kind and benevolent.
Shen Shichu was so choked up he dared not respond; behind him, Ye Shiqing, who had been gleefully exchanging glances with Nan Jiaojiao, also turned red with embarrassment.
"Miss Lu is joking. Shiqing is Jiaojiao's friend. She just came off a show, and I brought her here to eat."
"Is that so?" Lu Zhenzhen scoffed indifferently, "Your fiancée is still hungry, yet I haven't seen you calling to arrange a meal with her. You're quite diligent in arranging meals with your 'little aunt,' what's the meaning of this?"
She had spoken the word "arrange" with particular emphasis.
Lu Zhenzhen deliberately raised her voice a bit, and soon, people began to look over.
Shen Shichu was standing facing the restaurant entrance, feeling the weight of various gazes like thorns on his back.
He couldn't withstand it at all.
