Ye Linlin still maintained the angle from when she yelled at Nan Jiaojiao, her body stiff like a board, but her eyes were panicking, not daring to look at the people around.
Really furious, truly furious, otherwise how could she shout such shameless words without lowering her voice!
Nan Jiaojiao picked up a piece of fish tail and held it over Ye Linlin's lunch box, "Are you going to eat the fish or not?"
Ye Linlin looked at her suppressively, held tight at the corners of her mouth without moving, and mumbled out, "Nan Jiaojiao, how do you manage to be so thick-skinned, can't you see..."
Is the whole restaurant looking this way?
"Oh," Nan Jiaojiao responded indifferently: "It's not me, doesn't relate to being thick-skinned."
"..."
Ye Linlin wished she could peel off her face, crumble it up, and shove it into the cracks of the floor.
She said softly, "What do I do now?"
So embarrassing.
Nan Jiaojiao asked, "Are you eating the fish or not?"
