The person didn’t know why Fu Rong was asking this question and didn’t know how to answer, so they could only look at Lu Ning with a plea for help.
"The President is asking you a question; you just need to answer honestly." Lu Ning said.
"Yes, Mr. President, indeed many of the female custors who have been here request the next ti they visit. However, I only provide massages, nothing else."
Adding the last sentence was just to avoid Fu Rong having any ideas about him, considering that so rich people are indiscriminate.
There were really too many such people, so he had to be careful.
"Change one," Fu Rong said decisively after listening.
What if Ye Ranran wanted to try his excellent skills?
Although he was sure she wouldn’t fall for him, he couldn’t stand his hands moving all over her, and more importantly, he didn’t want to share her attention.
"Why? This one was picked from a hundred." Lu Ning was confused.
He hadn’t even tried yet, and they were being rejected. What kind of reasoning was that?
The masseur felt aggrieved too, looking at Fu Rong with dissatisfaction.
Finally eting a big shot, if he really got to serve him, that would really boost his reputation.
Serving the President—how glorious it would be to say that! He wouldn’t worry about business coming in then.
"Too good-looking, I don’t like it." Fu Rong finally gave the reason.
Lu Ning: "..." What kind of ridiculous reason was that?
"Anyway, change him. Soone uglier, with less skills is fine." Fu Rong ordered.
"Let’s go, leave now." Lu Ning said to the masseur.
The masseur wanted to say sothing but ultimately said nothing.
Forget it, confronting him would result in nothing good; he better just endure.
At the door, Ye Ranran was walking over holding a bowl of lean at porridge, the aroma of the porridge wafting through the hallway, enticing Lu Ning’s appetite.
"Why are you here? Is sothing going on?" Ye Ranran asked Lu Ning.
She swore she was just asking casually, like asking if he had eaten today.
"Brought a masseur, but the President is not satisfied." Lu Ning said.
"Because his skills aren’t so good." Tang Sheng quickly added.
"Who said his skills are bad? He was the best I could find, and his character was decent too, but the President rejected him without even trying." Lu Ning said, feeling gloomy.
If it were Jun Mochan, Ye Ranran would definitely go in and question, but with Fu Rong, she just listened.
What he thought or did had little to do with her.
"If he doesn’t like it, just change another one; there are so many masseurs, there’s bound to be one that satisfies him."
Lun Ning didn’t expect to hear such a response, neither did Tang Sheng.
Wouldn’t she even ask a single question?
"I’m going in. Oh, make sure to be quick because he urgently needs a masseur now." Ye Ranran said before pushing the door open.
"Understood." Lu Ning said gloomily.
When Ye Ranran entered, Fu Rong was lying quietly on the bed, his gaze calm, without the usual dignified and icy deanor.
Just like a handso elder brother next door.
This side of Fu Rong was unfamiliar to Ye Ranran, but Wen Cai had seen it; before the age of 15, Fu Rong was like this.
After 15, when he began to get involved in politics, he grew colder and drifted further away from her.
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