But Jin Mo had her own ideas. She arched her eyebrows as she looked at Tang Yan, "You arranged a job for me, to serve you and you alone? You pay me a salary on time every month, doesn't this seem like there's no difference from being kept?"
Tang Yan scoffed, his face full of disdain as he looked at her, "If I wanted to keep someone, it wouldn't be someone like you. Bad temper, disobedient, at the very least the body should be curvy."
"Am I not curvy? Then what were you touching last night?" Jin Mo abruptly stood up, walked over to Tang Yan, and leaned down slightly, revealing her cleavage.
Tang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly; Jin Mo was wearing a loose house dress in front of him, but the expression on her face was as enchanting as a siren, with his own reflection mirrored in her eyes—a relentless temptation to Tang Yan.
His fondness for Jin Mo wasn't because of her face but for the defiant spirit she embodied, which gave him a sense of conquest.
