Nan Jiaojiao had something to say, but Lu Zhenzhen cut in sharply, "You're too slow when it comes to love; Shen Shichu is a master in the field. You're no match for him, let me handle it. After dragging this on for so long, I'll take care of him once and for all, so he won't have the face to pester you anymore."
Nan Jiaojiao felt this was inappropriate, "He's not worth it."
"But for you, he is."
Without even taking a breath, Lu Zhenzhen blurted out, "Besides, I'm only poor in everything but money; teasing a dog once in a while isn't bad either."
Nan Jiaojiao struggled to find words and eventually just said: "Fine."
As the conversation ended, Shen Shichu approached. A few steps away, he undid the top two buttons of his suit, which would make it easier to sit down later, then rested his arm on the back of the chair behind Nan Jiaojiao.
"Why did you only order so little to eat?"