Previously, Lu Zhenzhen had shown some respect for Nan Jiaojiao's sake, but Shen Shichu simply didn't know when to stop. Lu Zhenzhen, who was always sharp-tongued but of noble status, had Gao Zhe's protection, so Shen Shichu couldn't do anything to her.
Shen Shichu's face turned embarrassed, and he looked anxiously toward Nan Jiaojiao.
Nan Jiaojiao had already gotten into the car, followed closely by Lu Zhenzhen who stepped in and shut the door.
Shen Shichu bent down and looked inside, "Remember, I'll come to pick you up tomorrow, rest well tonight, and keep your spirits up."
Nan Jiaojiao stared straight ahead, as if she hadn't heard him speak.
Lu Zhenzhen curled her red lips and closed the car window.
The car drove away into the distance.
Shen Shichu stood there, a cold wind blowing over him, his hands clenched into fists so tight they were almost trembling.
