"Alright, I know what you want to hear first—it's gotta be looks. Come on, let this sister check the goods~"
Qian glanced at his handsome face and said with satisfaction.
"Passable."
"Just passable?!" His male ego was bruised!
"Take off that towel on your head, and you'll look handsome. Come on, young man, tell this sister what special skills you have?"
"Making money, being good to my wife—"
She pressed her finger to his lips, stepped back a bit, and shook her finger, "Can you answer professionally? Who wants to see your money-making skills in a spa service for the opposite sex?"
"Then what should I say?"
"You should say, 'You look beautiful and vibrant today, even more stunning and breathtaking the more I look.'"
"Oh... come on!" Words like that, how could a straight-laced man like him say them?
"If you don't praise me, I'll find someone else to praise me~" Qian purposely scared him.
