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When the head waiter left, his attitude was obviously much more respectful than before.

It wasn't like a Foreman to a customer, but like a subordinate to the master.

"Are you scared?"

Lin Hanxing retracted his cold aura, leaned lazily on the sofa, and looked at Rong Shiyu.

Rong Shiyu nodded subconsciously, then shook his head in embarrassment.

Lin Hanxing smiled slightly, obviously amused by her.

"Ninth young lady wanted me to come because ..."

In fact, until now, Rong Shiyu still did not quite understand why Lin Hanxing had called her here.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside.

The black silk shirt was deliberately worn to show off her shoulders, and she matched it with extremely short hot pants, revealing her straight and white legs.

A gorgeous woman with smokey makeup appeared in his sight.

"Woman, I'm going to charge you double."

The smile in her Phoenix eyes was soul-stirring.