The maids' tales grew more and more exaggerated, tinged with a sense of loss, a reaction only seen in those consumed by jealousy.
How could a woman coveted enough to share a bed with Shi Yu not inspire envy?
Still young, owning a mansion worth hundreds of millions, casually driving cars worth millions or even tens of millions, not to mention having a face as if carved by divine sculptors and immense wealth.
Which woman could ignore such a perfect man, and who wouldn't want to catch his eye?
"Let's disperse everyone, Uncle Zhong will be coming to shoo us away soon."
No sooner had the maid named Tao Tao finished speaking than indeed, Uncle Zhong was seen approaching with a flashlight from the distance.
"Quick, quick, Uncle Zhong is here!"
Someone gave a warning, and the group of maids scattered at top speed.
