Xue Lei, wearing a tight-fitting dress, fully showcased her voluptuous figure.
Seemingly aware of Yang Gang's gaze, Xue Lei blushed and said, "The company requires us to dress uniformly."
Yang Gang just smiled at her.
Xue Lei looked at Yang Gang and said, "Thank you for earlier."
"Hmm, it was nothing, just a helping hand," Yang Gang replied casually.
Xue Lei hesitated slightly, then said, "Um, Yang Gang, can you not tell Xuexue I'm a massage woman? I told her I work as a receptionist. I don't want Xuexue to know that her mother is just a nightclub masseuse."
"So that's why you chose to work this far from home?"
Xue Lei nodded in acknowledgment.
Yang Gang said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't tell her."
He paused for a moment, and then asked: "Do you often encounter situations like earlier at work?"
Xue Lei smiled helplessly: "We can't help it. We, as massage girls, are inevitably linked with the night club culture."
