"Boss, boss, you are not my type." Seeing that Han Shuang was going to talk nonsense again, Fan Shuting hurriedly interrupted.
Don't tempt her anymore. She's afraid that if she continues like this, she won't be able to control her own heart or her own people.
"Of course I'm not your type," Fu Yanlai had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and deliberately put on a cynical smile, saying, "I am your salt."
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