Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Fang Gan did not dare to look around. He was simply aware that the girl in red was the one who was talking.

"Female companion? Who were you referring to?

Tang Xinrou rolled her eyes as she pointed to herself and Song Yaoyao. "Are you talking about me or our Yaoyao?"

Shen Xun retracted his arm and laughed. "Even if all the women in the world died, I would not be interested in you."

"What a coincidence, I feel the same about you. If I had to choose someone, I would definitely choose An Feiran over you. Isn't that right, An Feiran?"

She glanced back with a smile and saw the refined youth blush.

"Stop joking around," An Feiran's ears turned red shyly. 

"I'm not joking. If I was interested in him, would I wait until now?" After all, they had known each other for a long time. If she was really interested in Shen Xun, she would have done something a long time ago.

As he watched them interact naturally, Fang Gan realized he had thought dirty and misunderstood.

"You guys are so ridiculous," Song Yaoyao complained.

She shoved her hands in her pockets and walked forward. As she walked ahead, she looked around and analyzed the place.

Fang Gan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed them.

This time, he did not dare to look recklessly.

"May I ask what your surname is?"

"Song."

"Miss Song, is this your first time here? You don't look familiar," Fang Gan asked as he moved in close.

Song Yaoyao nodded her head. After she headed up the stairs, there was a long corridor in front of her. The numbers on the doors were used to differentiate each private room.

When Fang Gan saw her continue forward, he quickly tried to stop her. "Miss Song, your room is upstairs. This way please."

He opened the elevator and gestured inside with respect.

Only after they stepped out did Song Yaoyao understand why this club charged so much.

The space in front of her was big, marble tiles laid under her feet, and the decorations were all in black and gold. Next to the huge display screen, there was a circle of black leather sofas. And from the ceiling, a gorgeous crystal chandelier shone brightly.

There was a bar, snooker tables, and games rooms.

There was everything one wanted to play in there.

Song Yaoyao suddenly had a strange thought. "Manager Fang, do you run a legitimate business here?" she asked quietly.

"Cough... Cough cough..."

Fang Gan's lips twitched. "Miss Song, what are you trying to suggest?"

"You know, that stuff..." Song Yaoyao blinked. "I heard there are usually escorts at places like this..."

The truth was, she wanted to see them in real life.

"Pfff!!" !"

Tang Xinrou burst into laughter. Her frown lines appeared. Precious is certainly brave.

Shen Xun's expression immediately turned pale. He strode over and covered Song Yaoyao's mouth as he dragged her in. "This is a legitimate place. Don't make false accusations."

Song Yaoyao pulled his hand away and asked in doubt, "Really? You sound like you've hired an escort before."

"I..."

Shen Xun's temples twitched as he clenched his hand with a crunch.

"I haven't!" He gritted his teeth. "I'm not interested in women like that!"

"Good." Song Yaoyao blinked and said innocently. "I was just kidding. Why are you so nervous? Shen Xun, men shouldn't be like that." 

Shen Xun felt as though he had been shot by an arrow, and he sensed that everyone was looking at him differently.

After all, Fang Gan had greeted them enthusiastically.

"I...I'm...not!"

Fang Gan stood to the side, wishing he could disappear into thin air.