Jiang Moxi caught the emphasis on the word "class" from the man, deliberately giving it a heavier tone, which caused her ears to turn a blush red.
But she still answered with a smile: "If Third Master Fu feels the need for a class, I won't refuse."
Fu Youhan's hawk-like eyes were half-closed as he tried to read other emotions in her eyes, but at that moment, the elevator doors opened with a "ding".
Jiang Moxi then flipped over, deftly getting off his lap.
As if no intimate behavior had just happened, she pushed him into the private room.
Afterward, she changed back into the waitress uniform and worked as usual.
Fu Youhan didn't ask any further about her and Fu Yiming's affairs.
It was as if their relationship was nothing more than that of an ordinary client and a waitress.
And tonight, the person by Ye Chen's side was still not Yu Dingding.
With a strap-hem dress draped on her, An Yang softly leaned into Ye Chen's arms.