Yang Feifei looked suspiciously at Li Xiaobao, seemingly not understanding why this guy was suddenly concerned about her relationship with the hotel manager.
But immediately, Yang Feifei seemed to have thought of some problem, her eyes flashed, and she smiled: "Why, concerned about my issue with your manager?"
Li Xiaobao didn't really pay attention, casually made up an excuse: "You don't know, I've heard our manager is actually an old lecher, colleagues often say that."
"What does him being an old lecher have to do with me?" Yang Feifei pursed her lips and smiled.
Li Xiaobao was taken aback: "Uh...no relation at all, I'm just worried you're being fooled."
Yang Feifei, upon hearing these words, started to smile radiantly.
Suddenly, Yang Feifei extended her snow-white, jade-like little hand, pinched the sunglasses on her nose bridge, and gently took them off.
