Song Yutang took it out and put it on herself, then looked at Yaen Chi and coquettishly said, "Brother Chi, help me put it on."
Yaen Chi chuckled, pressed her shoulders, and turned her around to personally put the necklace on her, followed by the bracelet, with Song Yutang intentionally hooking her finger in the palm of his hand.
Yaen Chi's expression didn't change on the surface, but he took a harder drag on his cigarette.
"Go on, go play with your little sisters. I need to talk business inside."
Song Yutang wouldn't dream of refusing, eager to show off.
A folding screen was placed in the middle of the private room, with a dining table on the outside and a tea room on the inside.
When Yaen Chi entered, Loo Jinyang had just poured a cup of tea, placing one in front of him.
