"Don't blame Zhao Li. She is exclusive to men. That's why she chose this club. But I didn't misread you. Sure enough, for two moments, you made the masseurs stand out."

Zhou Mei sat in her boss's chair, wrapped in a long black skirt around her concave and convex figure, her face was lightly made up, her pink lip gloss added a little witty, and her foxy eyes were full of admiration.

Zhao Bin smiled awkwardly. "You'd better let Zhao Li arrange the guests for me first. I don't have any guests now. I'm sorry to sit among the masseuses."

"I'll talk to Zhao Li, but your relationship with her...