Her lips curled up almost uncontrollably, and she quickly turned to look at Bo Yanching, pretending to say, "She's apologizing to me, but am I the kind of person who's just after money?"
Oh, you definitely are.
Bo Yanching squeezed her hand, "Since it's Miss Lu's sincere gesture, just accept it."
Nan Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat.
Wow, he's even more shameless than I am!
She cleared her throat and turned back to Lu Zhenzhen, saying, "Let's see how you behave. If you curse me indirectly again, I won't talk to you."
Lu Zhenzhen's lips curved slightly, and she slowly replied, "Hmm."
"Why are you so late?"
Lu Zhenzhen leaned back, her arms resting on the armrest that separated her and Nan Jiaojiao's seats, assuming a way-too-relaxed sitting posture. She casually watched the excited emcee on stage.
In a nonchalant tone, she said, "Too busy, darling. I'm not like you; I have to make money, or else the company can't run."
