"Ji Dong, all of you rest first. I'll go to the Council to arrange the assessment matters," said the fatty, about to leave.
A flash of gold, and Ah Jin blocked Zhou Xiaoxiao's path, "Wait a minute. Take these maids away, we don't need anyone to serve us."
Zhou Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Isn't it good to have people serving you? These maids are all specially trained."
Ah Jin snorted coldly, and Miao Miao also said, "Fatty, don't lead these men astray. I don't want to hear sounds at night that I shouldn't be hearing."
The fatty chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll send them away. What a pity, what a pity." As he said this, he specially swept his gaze over the faces of Ji Dong, Frey, and others. Ji Dong and Frey were unfazed, but Lang Tianyi and Du Ming's faces reddened—after all, they had less contact with the outside world and were naturally embarrassed by Zhou Xiaoxiao's implications.
