"What's up?" Xiang Yiren asked languidly.
Her hand firmly grasped Jiang Ziyan's buttock. "He asked me if I had ever thought about leaving the gym to work elsewhere," Jiang Ziyan replied truthfully. "What did you say?"
"Of course, I don't want to leave you, Sister Yiren," Jiang Ziyan said, sounding aggrieved.
"That's good!" Xiang Yiren released her.
"But he said he could buy that beauty salon for me, and in the future, it would be our own private playground."
This statement tempted Xiang Yiren. The beauty salon she frequented wasn't one of those places that were all show and no substance. It had genuine standards; otherwise, she wouldn't have wasted so much money there. The prices were quite high, which was why its clientele was sparse. It was only surviving because of regulars like them. Otherwise, it would have gone bankrupt long ago.
"Did he really say that?" Xiang Yiren asked.
