Someone nearby suddenly said, "Senior Ye, may I ask you a question? There is something I've been dying to know for a very long time. Am I allowed to ask?"
Ye Qingtao turned his head to look. The speaker was a maid with an hourglass figure, snow-white skin, and long, perfectly curved legs. But so what? He couldn't be bothered to answer her question.
"You'd better not ask. If you've hesitated this long without asking, it's bound to be some terrible question, or else something utterly bizarre. Forget it, don't ask," Ye Qingtao said indifferently. He had zero interest in this maid's question—unless she wanted to sleep with him, but he wasn't that kind of casual man.
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