"Really?" Emily spoke wearily, lying on the beauty bed and fiddling with her bright red nails.
Suddenly, when her eyes caught sight of an antique tea cup brimming with a tea aroma, she changed her tune, "Then let's give it a try."
"But if it's not as good as you say, there's no need for your beauty salon to stay open."
"Yes, yes, yes," the attendant nodded like a pecking chicken and hurried off to the back room before Emily could say anything else.
Seeing the neatly dressed Wang Daniu, she couldn't help but light up.
"You're really excellent," the attendant couldn't help but suck up to Wang Daniu.
Little did he realize that Wang Daniu had no appetite for his flattery; having achieved his goal, he walked away after slapping down some money.
When Wang Daniu emerged from the back room, he saw a woman lying on the beauty bed with an exceptionally perfect figure.
