Secretly thinking: You're a servant, but I'm not.
But on the surface, she still maintained that gentle appearance, "Thank you for the reminder, Aunt Zhou. As soon as I got to the second floor, I remembered what Mr. Mu said, so I didn't knock on the door."
Aunt Zhou couldn't tell if her words were true or not, and couldn't speak too harshly, "It's late, madam likes it quiet. Let's go back to our rooms to rest early."
Zhao Ying poured the hangover tea into the kitchen sink, then stood at the counter, turned on the faucet, washed the cup in her hand, and replied in a low voice, "Got it."
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The door closed, Nan Wan withdrew her gaze and smiled, "I think you should cover yourself up."
Mr. Mu's good figure being seen by others is quite a loss.
Mu Jin Huan's tall nose touched hers, and he said without changing his expression, "Isn't that Mrs. Mu's job?"
Turn off the light...
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In a daze, Nan Wan seemed to hear the sound of the phone vibrating.
Buzz...buzz...buzz...
