Tang Fei knew that to sustain such a large enterprise, the hostess was very important, but the real key figure was the hidden boss behind the scenes.
Without the boss to shield from the wind and rain behind the curtain, Winding Water Garden, including its charming hostess, would be devoured by others, leaving not even the bones.
"Sir, such things should be seen and not spoken of." Jin Queer lightly brushed her bangs, crisply saying, "The boss could be Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, or perhaps even Mr. Huang or Mr. Zhao; it could also be you... Every member is my esteemed guest, all are my boss."
"The hostess speaks well."
"I just love Jin Queer's mouth... it can be soft or firm..."
"Who wouldn't?"
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"I'm afraid that will disappoint you," refused Tang Fei. The stage he had barely managed to construct, after performing such a grand drama, could not possibly come to an abrupt end just because a woman called out.