Let's talk about it later.
Zhang Lingchuan thought to himself.
"Indeed, President Guan, everyone has their own preferences. Let President Zhang choose for himself."
At that moment.
The young man in a vest also chimed in.
"Alright, alright. Speaking of which, Old Zhang, I don't even know what type you like. You go ahead and choose."
After the waiter finished speaking.
Comrade Guan Suo found it reasonable.
What Old Zhang likes may not necessarily be what he likes. Every man's preferences are different.
"Just pick anyone, how about number 66?"
Zhang Lingchuan casually pointed to one.
Anyway, except for Prince's sharp eyes, the rest are just a sea of green.
Truthfully, they're all pretty much the same.
"Alright, then let's have number 8 and 66 stay. Wish President Guan and President Zhang a pleasant time."
The waiter saw the others off and thoughtfully closed the door.
Only the two masseuses, number 8 and 66, remained in the room.
