Su Tingyan entered the room and looked at Lin Xu.
"I was a bit vulgar in the way I cursed, wasn't I?"
"No, I think your cursing was quite spot-on."
Su Tingyan, looking at his beaming face, actually understood in her heart: he was taking her money, so of course he would say things to make her happy. He wouldn't oppose her; that was his professional ethics.
However, Lin Xu's words always carried a comforting tone, and she felt that even if they were insincere, she found them enjoyable to listen to.
Lin Xu pressed her down on the sofa, pulled off her shoes, and handed her slippers to put on.