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Over a thousand yuan, that's enough for a meal.
Mu Shaochen leaned back lazily in his chair, his long fingers tapping the screen above the change to open the bill.
Looking at the income details inside, he curved the corners of his mouth into a sexy arc, warmth spreading through his deep, pond-like eyes.
The less money, the simpler the happiness.
Noon.
Inside a private room at the club.
When Chu Yiheng arrived, Mu Shaochen was sitting at the table, drinking water.
At a cursory glance, one might think he was savoring a delicacy of the world.
Even though it was just plain water, he drank it with elegance and dignity.
He lifted his gaze, casually sweeping over Chu Yiheng in his camouflage, placed the cup on the table, and then barely hooked his thin lips as he started to speak, "I've already ordered the dishes, and your water's poured as well."
Chu Yiheng raised an eyebrow.
No good deed goes unpunished unless it harbors ill intent.
