Nan Jiaojiao decisively drew a knife on her. "I'm cutting tomatoes here. If you've got something to say, spit it out. I'm busy!"
"This is big, this is big." Lu Zhenzhen said in disgust, "Bo Yanching is really something. He actually managed to train a lazy bum like you into bravely walking into a kitchen. Modern history ought to record his name. Isn't he afraid you'll blow the kitchen up?"
"He's not afraid. He doesn't know."
"Then I'll keep it short, so your phone doesn't blow up later before I finish what I have to say."
Nan Jiaojiao shot her a glare, annoyed.
"Tomorrow your parents are celebrating their twentieth at the hotel, you know that, right?"
"Yeah."
"She's frozen you out for this long. Did she finally approve you?"
Nan Jiaojiao went on tiptoe to open the overhead cupboard, took down a plate. "Nope, still hasn't. She keeps nitpicking."
"From what I know, she already has a set of jewelry. I even got a picture of it. Take a look, see if it looks familiar."
