Shi Li was practically dragged to her seat by Qingqing.
The moment she sat down, the female across from them struck up a familiar conversation with Qingqing.
It seemed Qingqing had chosen a spot across from a female she knew well.
"Well, well. Bringing a new face this time?"
"Sisi didn't come with you, I see," the female teased, her eyes never leaving Shi Li's face.
"Sisi's pregnant, isn't she? There's no way she can come here; it's too crowded."
"If she missed you, she'd just call you over to her place," Qingqing replied nonchalantly, giving the back of Shi Li's neck a reassuring pat.
"Not everyone can be like you, working right in her house. You're so lucky, you kid. In the end, being good-looking just opens more doors."
"I'm not so blessed," the female lamented, though her hands were already busy.
She pulled Shi Li's hand over and immediately started filing her nails.
Shi Li, the one actually getting the manicure, felt like she was just an audience to their conversation.
