The voices of the two women never ceased.
"Haha, if you want to go, go, but I simply can't do such shameless things!"
"Haha, just crack open the door later, it doesn't lock, and then quietly record what's happening inside. After that, we can enjoy it!"
"Go away, I'm not doing that. I think you're even more coy than Yuan Yan!"
"Screw you, how am I coy? I'm just laying it all on the table, clear and open!"
Then giggles from the two women below floated up; they seemed to have gotten into a playful scuffle.
These middle-aged women were terrifying—practically bolder than men in their conversations.
Yuan Yan couldn't make out what they were saying, but she could guess; when she was with those customers, she often discussed such topics as well.
Li Fei followed Yuan Yan into the innermost room. They had been in that room last time, and it held many wonderful memories.
