"Gan, I've been working so hard to help you receive... 'receive guests' (he originally wanted to say 'receive clients,' but he forgot the phrase momentarily and improvised with 'receive guests'), you'll have to dance with me later."
Gan Yuan laughed softly, "Alright, then you must work hard at 'receiving guests'."
"What are you laughing at?" Abel noticed her smile was unusual. "Did I say something wrong?"
"I guess you meant to say 'receive clients,' right?" Gan Yuan said.
"Is there a difference between 'receiving clients' and 'receiving guests'?" Abel asked.
"'Receiving guests' in ancient Chinese refers to prostitutes entertaining their clients!"
A pleasant male voice rang out, and then a gift box was thrust forward, smashing into Abel's arms. Caught off guard, he staggered backwards two steps, nearly colliding with Qian Xueying.
"No way!" Abel frowned and looked toward Huangfu Jue. "Are you sure?"
