Women seem to be perpetually discontented, always wanting things to be clear and explicit despite any answer they get.
Lin Xiangwan sat in the private room of the restaurant, her mood deeply bothered as she sank deep into her thoughts, her face filled with worry.
As Song Yuyun and Shen Hanqian were engaged in an intense conversation, they turned to look at the woman who had drifted away from the group.
Shen Hanqian waved her delicate hand in front of her face. "Beauty, what are you thinking about?"
It took Lin Xiangwan a full ten seconds before she responded. "Huh? What's up?"
"Damn, what's up? What are you thinking about?" Shen Hanqian frowned and complained irritably. "Yuyun and I made time to come here just to see you, do you know how hard it is? We are so busy with work, unlike you, born lucky, a pampered rich lady!"
