Mind?

Ye Qingqiu smiled and said, "But I'm still poor."

Gao's expression froze for a moment before he shook his head helplessly.

Sometimes, this woman's every frown and smile was really delicate, but it was also this kind of delicate look that always made one's heart itch. However, in the next second, she seemed to have become a different person. The coldness and aloofness she exuded made people feel that the person they saw a second ago was an illusion.

She didn't know where her delicate self came from. If that was the case, she wouldn't be reduced to being an escort.

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In the nameless private room on the second floor, Bo Jinchuan and Shen Fanxing were the last to arrive.

After entering, she realized that some of the people in the room looked familiar.

The last time she went out with Bo Jinchuan, she had seen them. However, there were a few unfamiliar faces. Although she didn't know them personally, she had met them once at major events.