Qiao Yin was sitting in Dongfang Mu's Hummer. Accepting the towel he handed her, she dried her damp hair.
Dongfang Mu had considerately instructed the driver to raise the car's temperature. He draped a blanket around her, handed her a spanking new white shirt – his actions thoughtful and gentle, with no trace of an aristocrat's airs.
Qiao Yin was beginning to understand why, despite his philandering reputation, so many girls held steadfastly to their affection for him. He truly knew how to take care of people.
While she felt gratitude for his help, Qiao Yin harbored no ulterior motives.
She did not put on his shirt and maintained a distance from him, "Young Master Mu, do you have any work for me?"
Dongfang Mu grinned helplessly at her, "Do you really want work?"
"I signed the contract with you several days ago. Since then, you haven't assigned me any tasks. I'm feeling somewhat uneasy."
