Su Xingyu smiled sweetly, "Suitable? What's not suitable?"
She said, extending her slender, fair hand to pick up a piece of walnut crisp and handed it to Fang Luohua, "I'm not anyone important to Miss Zhuang, she's just joking with you. She, oh, thinks too much. Clearly someone who doesn't need to be taken care of but insists on taking care of others."
This was an insinuation, mocking Zhuang Heng for trying hard to curry favor with Lu Shifeng.
