As Ning Wan walked into the private room, she couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement and sat down next to Song Qiao, starting with, "Qiaoqiao, now I finally see the perks of getting cozy with a wealthy guy. Just look at you, you're the perfect example. Should I also find a super-rich man in the future?"
While sipping milk, Song Qiao almost choked upon hearing Ning Wan's words, glancing back at her with a glare tinged with teasing, "Are you that desperate to get married? If you are, then hurry up and marry a rich guy!"
The two could joke about anything between them as best friends, sometimes even roasting each other.
With a look of disdain, Ning Wan laughed and responded, "You' re already trapped in the 'tomb' of marriage; I'm certainly not in any rush. Plus, do you think it's easy to find a man who is right for me, marriage material, and also rich?"
The room was filled with the pleasant scent of lotus, which improved the previously sour mood.
