"Alright!"
Zhang Mengyao nodded and then put on a pouty face, acting coquettishly, "Darling, I'm so hungry."
"Let's go, we'll eat after!"
Lin Xian said as he walked to the reception desk and took out his wallet from his pocket.
He pulled out a few bills and handed them to the receptionist, instructing, "Please give this to the technician earlier—it's her tip!"
The technician earlier left him very satisfied.
A few hundred bucks for a tip, totally worth it!
The receptionist took the money with a look of envy and nodded, "No problem, Mr. Lin!" After two
sessions of treatment, Zhang Mengyao's condition improved significantly; she could now accept holding hands. The two of them walked out of the spa, Lin Xian holding her small hand, chuckling lightly, "Young lady, what do you want to eat tonight?" "French cuisine!"
Zhang Mengyao, still basking in the comfort of the spa, spoke with a slightly coquettish tone.
"Darling, you're so cute like this right now!"
