"Sixty for a night's stay. That's definitely not expensive."
Jiang Xinghai sized up the woman in sharkskin pants and asked pointedly, "And what exactly is this 'ordering service'?"
"The 'ordering service'..." The woman in the sharkskin pants, a slight smile on her face, seemed to have read his mind. "I'm sure a young man like you knows what that means. And I guarantee it's absolutely delicious."
Jiang Xinghai sent a message to Shen Lingyin, telling her he had arrived at Phoenix Mountain. Then, he took another look at the middle-aged woman.
She wore a pair of black sharkskin pants with a yellow belt and slippers on her feet. She still had a certain charm, and the face under her light makeup was well-maintained.
"A young man like you probably isn't interested in a thirty-eight-year-old 'dish' like me, right?"
