"Don't you take off your hat and mask?" Zhao Bin looked at each other and asked with some doubts. After all, he had never met such a guest at all.

"No, just massage it." The mysterious woman opened her mouth and said, with a hint of the laziness of an old woman in her voice and an irresistible tone of voice.

"OK."

Zhao Bin shrugged his shoulders. Since the other side said so, he was reluctant. After all, the other side was a customer.

The customer is God, and Zhao Bin has carried out this purpose thoroughly.

"You should know my rules. The customers who come here have to take...