"Ah!" Xiang Wan retorted stubbornly, "Sister Nian'an and I are opening a shop, we'll have an income then. Worst case, I just won't buy clothes or handbags from now on—I won't die of poverty."
Zuo Xingyun developed a headache out of frustration, "I shouldn't have asked you to come out to eat, I'm already full without having eaten."
At a red light, Xiang Wan unbuckled her seatbelt, "If you're full then we won't eat, I'm going back."
Zuo Xingyun grabbed her wrist in a swift motion, "Sit down! After dinner, I'll take you to buy a bag."
Xiang Wan hadn't really planned on leaving and pouted as she refastened her seatbelt, "No need to buy, I won't be able to clear the debt of gratitude, and I can't afford it either."
"Shut up!"
…
The car stopped at a high-end Western restaurant.
Zuo Xingyun got out and handed the car keys to the valet.
Both seated themselves in a private room, ordered their meal, and then Zuo Xingyun suddenly asked, "What did Xun Lu say to you?"
