Suddenly, a few VIP guests arrived at the door.
The staff greeted them with enthusiasm, exercising utmost care.
"Sister Meng, if you ask me, with Junyan's return this time, your days will be much easier. If that Jian Xi dares to provoke you again, just let him deal with her. Last time in the garage, she didn't learn her lesson, that damned bitch..."
As she walked in, she came face to face with Jian Xi, who was clearly enjoying herself.
Xiang Yao's brows furrowed tightly. She immediately turned to a nearby staff member. "Didn't I say that today was for Sister Meng to relax? We've booked the whole place. How do you people manage things?"
She must have overheard what I just said. Xiang Yao felt a pang of fear and guilt.
Jian Xi, wrapped in a bath towel, stepped out. "Speaking ill of me and afraid I'd hear?"
What a petty creature; her thoughts are written all over her face.
