Chen Xiaoqian gracefully sidestepped, her expression unchanged, but inside, she felt like tens of thousands of alpacas were galloping past her. Was this greasy old man trying to harass her?
A greasy old man is a peculiar creature outside the realm of ordinary men and women. Regardless of their status, they can't resist flirting with a pretty woman, even if they're physically flawed, they have to take advantage verbally, imagining that all beauties should belong to them.
For such a person, Qian always has one response.
If you don't diss them now, are you saving it for New Year's?
Heh heh...
"Mr. Zhao, I just remembered, I have a treatment that isn't finished yet. How about you lie back down and we continue?"
Seeing that Chen Xiaoqian didn't directly answer his question, this Zhao-named greasy old man thought he had managed to flirt with her. So he obediently lay back on the treatment chair, even trying to wink at Chen Xiaoqian before lying down.
