"I'm really sorry."
Boss Jiang finally lay down in the bathtub.
To make up for the mistake, Pao Ji even brought a thermometer.
With such an attitude, it's naturally hard to keep fussing.
This time the water temperature was thirty-six degrees.
Just right.
The bath attendant squatted outside the bathtub, washing Boss Jiang's hair, and her technique was authentic, definitely more comfortable than the young guy at the barber shop.
Even though that mask was quite a nuisance, Pao Ji didn't ask Boss Jiang to take it off.
As the service provider, she had to do her best to satisfy the guest's preferences, or rather, quirks.
"Sir, you've maintained yourself very well, not a single gray hair."
The young guy at the barber shop certainly wouldn't engage in such banter with you, but spending a million yen, the service is definitely different.
Boss Jiang wasn't a cold person either, but Pao Ji's words really left him silent.
How old was he?
