"That... that sort of thing!" Lu Jing was nervous, feeling strange whenever she thought of Du Qianqian and Wei Shiyue.
What on earth did they use?
"Does the good child really not know anything?" Rinne chuckled, her left hand circling Lu Jing's neck, holding a wine glass, and her right index finger gently poking Lu Jing's tender cheek.
"It is very strange..." said Lu Jing in a low voice, "The seniors in the company told me that one must always keep a respectful distance from matters of men and women, never pry, and stay as far away as possible to avoid being taken by the executives for drinking and sleeping, and to steer clear of pleasure grounds, hotels, and private rooms... There are too many rich people in Xia, and they are the nightmare of witches."
"So you feel safer staying here?" Rinne released Lu Jing's face.
