At this moment, at the hotel front desk, Ji Ya was chatting with the front desk sister.
"Sister Ji Ya, I'm right, aren't I? Mr. Shen is really handsome, isn't he?"
Xiaomin, the front desk sister, had a starstruck expression on her face.
During client reception, she wore formal attire, and her expression and demeanor were utterly professional, but when chatting privately with colleagues, she reverted to her girlish self.
Ji Ya chuckled self-deprecatingly, "What's the use of being handsome? He's already taken."
Xiaomin raised her eyebrows and snickered, "So what if he's taken? You could still get involved."
"Stop it."
Ji Ya rolled her eyes, then added, "But such high-quality men are indeed rare. I've seen rich ones, plenty of handsome ones, loads of young ones, fewer who come with a driver, but it's my first time seeing someone who has it all."
Xiaomin covered her mouth to suppress laughter. "Sister Ji Ya has fallen for him."
