Bai Ruoshu understood what he meant by knowing one's place.
The "colleagues" around her were all in varying states of undress, submissively allowing the men to take advantage of them, with occasional feigned reluctance serving merely as a form of flirtation.
Her lips moved with difficulty, but before she could utter a word, a calm voice cut through the uproar, sounding beside her ear.
"There are plenty of women here who know their place, many who are prettier than her. Why throw away money to bring trouble upon yourself, Young Master Tang?"
Originally noisy, the venue quieted down immediately.
Tang Chengmo looked at Bai Ruoshu and laughed softly, "That's true, but what can I do? Her phony pretentiousness just irks me."
After speaking, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he clapped his hands lightly, "Oh, what a memory I have, this chick is the one Mr. Nan has his eyes on..."
