Wen Jing said, "I don't like going to public bathhouses to bathe, who knows if any of the customers have skin diseases or anything."
Pouting, she shifted and sprawled out in a different direction.
Suddenly, a familiar male voice came from the doorway, "We disinfect every day, how toxic is your body that it can't be cleaned by disinfection?"
Before Wen Jing could look up, Manager Chen spoke first, "Vice Captain Zhou."
Wen Jing looked up in surprise at Zhou Sicheng who had approached, "Vice Captain Zhou, what brings you here?"
After asking, she lay back down again.
Zhou Sicheng was wearing a light grey shirt and ash grey trousers, a bit more formal than usual, and he had changed to a new pair of glasses, still with black frames.
The first impression he always gave was gentle and refined, a true gentleman.
But the moment he spoke, the illusion was shattered.
Wen Jing stood inside the bar, her arms resting on the top of the bar, chin on her arms, pouting, glaring with her eyes.
