Sun Wukong looked at Yang Chan, who was talking to herself, and felt as if he were facing some flood beast, "Well, you're not in any trouble, are you? If there's nothing wrong, leave quickly. I've finished handing out flyers and am getting ready to open for business tomorrow."
Having said something so dismissive, it looked like Sun Wukong truly felt taboo about the subject.
Yang Chan regretted telling Sun Wukong those words; if she hadn't, she might have been able to enlist him as her ally.
Now that she had spoken, she had made Sun Wukong wary of her instead. This uncultured monkey was really frightening—unable even to understand an adjective.
Yang Chan had not planned to stay long anyway. As her words ceased, she took the Precious Lotus Lantern and stood up, "Did Shopkeeper Chen tell you whether he likes Nuwa or not?"
"My master would never like Nuwa," Sun Wukong said firmly.
Yang Chan was a bit surprised, "Why?"