"You're much better than that Xiao Liang."
Su Chenghui gazed at Chen Mo with infatuation, her delicate hands caressing his face.
To Chen Mo, this was hardly a compliment. Xiao Liang might have had some natural assets, but his rank was too low; still, one can't be too choosy as a gigolo—with their scarcity, getting one with good assets was difficult enough.
And you still want one who's cultured, who knows how to make you happy by reading the room—wishful thinking...
Chen Mo reached out to unbutton Su Chenghui's hot pants, causing her heart to race.
"No... they're right there."
"Sister Hui, if you want to fit in with them, you shouldn't be afraid of letting them see."
Indeed, Su Chenghui had come out with that wealthy woman precisely to integrate into the circle of close friends.
People play all sorts of games; if you don't get involved, you'll stand out awkwardly.
