"Yaoyao?"
Jiang Yaoyao snapped back to reality, quickly setting down her phone.
"I'm asking you, do you want some shrimp? Shall I peel them for you?" Song Niaoniao said cheerfully. "After all, you gave me such an expensive bag today, I have to take good care of you."
Jiang Yaoyao wasn't in the mood to eat shrimp. "You eat them."
Song Niaoniao looked at her, "You say you don't like Bo Jinlan, but look at yourself now, all despondent, just like someone who's just been dumped by a man."
Jiang Yaoyao: "..."
How did she feel not like someone who had been dumped by a man, but like she'd suddenly been strung along again?
Her mood was too chaotic, which made her distracted throughout the meal.
Afterwards, Song Niaoniao wanted to drag her back to the mall.
"I suddenly remembered I have a few parcels arriving today, let's go shopping together next time."
"What parcels?" Song Niaoniao was nosy. "It's not some fake bags you're reselling, is it?"