"Oh dear, how can I possibly accept this?" Yang Nana's smile was sweeter than a flower. She said she couldn't accept it, but she held down Qian Sisi, who was trying to get up and grab the bill. In a small voice, she said behind the man's back, "Don't fight for it! Just let him pay; it's the price of his lechery!"
Qian Sisi had three black lines hanging on her forehead: "He's gentlemanly enough!"
"All men are scoundrels! Trust me on this!" Yang Nana joked. Seeing the coffee being brought over, she chuckled and thanked the man cheerfully, "Thank you very much!"
The man smiled good-naturedly, lowered his head, and went back to tapping away on his notebook.
Yang Nana and Qian Sisi sat by the window, clearly able to see the grand opening of the brand shoe store downstairs.
