Han Zong Hotel, the suite.
Ou Linlin looked at Ye Shu's suddenly lit-up phone screen and glanced over—it was from "Ancestor" again.
"Hey, are you really not going to respond to your Ancestor?" Ou Linlin picked up Ye Shu's phone and tossed it to her.
Ye Shu was drying her hair and managed to free one hand to catch it. "Linlin, what are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry to promote your little assistant? Aren't you afraid you won't find another assistant who meshes well with you?"
"Cut it out. You've already got one foot in the entertainment industry, and once that maid role comes in tomorrow, I'll have to replace my assistant anyway."
Ou Linlin rolled her eyes at Ye Shu. "Honestly, Sheng Shaochen and Sun Nanjue are not the same. At least Shaochen has gynophobia and only dares to approach you. That ensures his cleanliness! As a businessman, he prioritizes benefits, which I can understand. You don't need to keep being so stubborn with him…"
