Jiang Moxi noticed that the man deliberately emphasized the word "attend," her ears turned crimson.
But she still responded with a smile, "If Third Master Fu feels the need to attend class, I won't refuse."
Fu Youhan narrowed his eyes, trying to read other emotions from hers, but at that moment, the elevator door opened with a "ding."
Jiang Moxi immediately turned over and swiftly got off his lap.
As if nothing intimate had happened, she pushed him towards the private room.
Afterwards, she changed into her waitress uniform and resumed working as usual.
Fu Youhan didn't question her about her relationship with Fu Yiming either.
It was as if they were just ordinary customers and waitresses.
And tonight, the person accompanying Ye Chen was still not Yu Dingding.
An Yang, in a spaghetti strap fishtail dress, softly leaned against Ye Chen's chest.
"Young Master Ye, I didn't notice, I drank a lot of iced lemon tea!"
