In the afternoon, just after getting off work and around dinner time, Su Nian and Wei Lan ordered their dishes and sat by the dining table waiting.
Wei Lan was glued to her phone scrolling through Weibo, ever since Shen Hanxiu opened his Weibo account, Su Nian had been vaguely worried, what was that man, full of sly tricks, up to?
"Mr. Shen hasn't made any moves, but him daring to open a Weibo account at this time indicates that what's being said online must be false, don't you think so, Sister Niannian?"
Su Nian: "Don't know." Wei Lan had been beating around the bush all day trying to pry information from her, but she always replied with three words: don't know.
"Then, Sister Niannian, can you tell me why you guys got divorced in the first place? A catch like Mr. Shen wasn't good enough for you?"
Su Nian threw four words at her: "Incompatible birth signs."
