Pei Dongshi dropped her off at Wang's Tavern and then left.
Nan Jiaojiao felt a little bad since he hadn't eaten yet. After thinking for a bit, she transferred him two hundred yuan and said with consideration, "It's not much, but it's enough for one person to have dinner."
Pei Dongshi hit the brakes so hard he nearly flew out of his seat.
He replied through gritted teeth, "Thanks for the generosity, big shot."
Nan Jiaojiao responded with courtesy, "You're welcome. There's no need to be so formal."
"Babe, over here!"
Lu Zhenzhen waved at her.
Nan Jiaojiao put away her phone and walked over. It was a seat by the window. Lu Zhenzhen called out to her and then went back to looking at her documents, dressed in a fitted suit and a white vintage-collar shirt, with solid-colored trousers, and black peep-toe high heels.
Nan Jiaojiao consciously lightened her steps and seated herself on the sofa opposite, looking seriously at Lu Zhenzhen, "Just got back from a funeral?"
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