Xiao Yuan was absolutely startled, unable to believe what she saw and turned her head, clutching Mo Shu’s dress, she said, "Rich lady, you want this many?"
Mo Shu nodded gravely, "Just three, one more."
The manager was delighted, immediately saying, "Yes, yes, go and call Dawson over!"
Those who were named to stay were very pleased.
Everyone likes beautiful people, especially these two who were not only beautiful but also young and wealthy.
They promptly sat down with them, everyone sweet-talking and respectfully calling them ’sister.’
That Dawson showed up in the private room rather quickly, obviously a bit bolder, moving closer to Mo Shu. Mo Shu, with an expressionless face, glanced at him and said, "Stay away from me."
Mo Shu asked Sao Zha: Are we done?
Sao Zha: [You have to stay at least an hour and a half to complete the task.]
Mo Shu: ... Don’t we have an exemption device??
Sao Zha: [There’s no complete exemption. You must complete at least one third of the task to be eligible, you know.]
Yu Siqiao’s work today was truly piled high.
His ruthless father, using his mother as an excuse, had pushed all the work that should have belonged to him onto Yu Siqiao.
So, Yu Siqiao could only work overtime nonstop.
He hadn’t finished his work when suddenly he received a call.
It was transferred from his secretary.
The secretary spoke, "President, there’s a Mr. Ou looking for you, saying he has an extremely urgent matter."
Yu Siqiao didn’t know many with the surname Ou; the only one was more of an acquaintance than a friend.
"Ou Feng?" Yu Siqiao asked.
The secretary said, "Yes."
The secretary responded, "He said if you don’t take the call, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. It’s about Princess Mo."
Upon hearing this, Yu Siqiao finally looked up and said, "Put him through, let’s see."
Soon, the phone on Yu Siqiao’s desk rang. He picked it up lazily, his gaze still fixed on the documents in front of him, "If this isn’t something serious, you’d better prepare your company for bankruptcy."
Ou Feng got a chill hearing this remark, he hurriedly said, "Brother Yu, on my honor! Am I the kind of person who disturbs you without a serious matter at hand? Am I?"
Yu Siqiao sneered, "Is that why you called?"
"No, no, no, of course not," Ou Feng rapidly got to the point and said, "Here’s the thing, a friend of a friend, his underling’s underling, works part-time at Baima Mansion and today he unexpectedly encountered someone, do you know who?"
"If you don’t say it, I’m hanging up."
"Wait, wait, wait," Ou Feng, frightened, quickly got to the point, "That person is your fiancée!"
Yu Siqiao’s eyes narrowed, his languid demeanor vanished instantly, his gaze sharp, "Who did you say?"
"Princess Mo!" said Ou Feng, "I’ve got the picture, just didn’t have your contact. Can you give me a number? I’ll add you on WeChat and send it to you?"
Yu Siqiao’s face darkened, and he quickly rattled off his number.
His phone received a WeChat friend request shortly after, which he accepted, and the other party sent over a photo. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel•fire.net
Although the pixels were blurry, the figure was very clear.
It was unmistakably Mo Shu!
Yu Siqiao gritted his teeth, "Where did you say she went?"
"Baima Mansion! It’s the male model club, specifically serving women, and the services are similar to what the hostesses in nightclubs offer..."