Nan Jiaojiao listened quietly and finally said, "Then just keep blocking it, I don't want to be famous."
Chu Yao laughed softly, "You really are one of a kind."
After a few words, Chu Yao had something to do, so Nan Jiaojiao sat in the cafe, waiting for Lu Zhenzhen to come over.
Only when she saw Lu Zhenzhen's car did Nan Jiaojiao ask the waiter for a coffee.
"I drank too much at a social event last night, my head is about to kill me."
Lu Zhenzhen kicked off her high heels as soon as she sat down and slumped into the sofa, unwilling to move anymore.
She just glanced at her with her eyes, "If it weren't for your call, I wouldn't have been able to get away. Those old guys at the company keep chattering about their reports, and it's giving me such a headache."
Nan Jiaojiao looked at her sympathetically, "You really have it tough."
Lu Zhenzhen waved her hand and rubbed her temples with a few fingers, "I'm like a lady of leisure forced into a laborer's life."
"Miss, your coffee."
