"Cough, cough."
Zhang Xiangui sat on the sofa in the living room, his face utterly awkward. He could only cover it up with a cough.
Zhang Wei looked at him strangely, seemingly still recalling what had just happened.
Yang Jian sat casually beside them, looking at his nose and focusing on his heart as though he knew nothing at all.
None of them said a word.
"Your coffee."
At that moment, a mature woman around thirty-five or thirty-six came over carrying several cups of coffee. She first placed one before Yang Jian, then handed cups to Zhang Xiangui and Zhang Wei. From beginning to end, she did not dare raise her head to face anyone, and her face was still red.
Yang Jian did not know her name.
He only knew that her surname was Huang.
She was Zhang Wei's domestic helper.
But what kind of domestic helper could be this beautiful? Mature and glamorous, with curves in all the right places—this was not some movie or novel plot.
There was no doubt about it.
She was the mistress Zhang Xiangui had kept at home under the pretext of hiring a helper.
Considering Zhang Xiangui's wealth and status, it was not particularly strange. The only awkward thing was that Zhang Wei had caught them in the act, and Yang Jian had seen it too. Though it was not something he could bring up, Yang Jian still had to give Zhang Xiangui a thumbs-up in his heart.
City people really knew how to have fun~!
Yang Jian picked up his coffee, ready to drink, but Zhang Wei stopped him.
"Wait, Brother Leg. There's something wrong with the coffee. Don't drink it yet." Zhang Wei frowned, feeling that this was not so simple.
"What is it?"
Zhang Wei said, "I clearly checked