C177 Yang Xue's Help

Yang Xue, who had just picked up that comfortable outfit, heard it clearly.

"It's Secretary Yang?" Zhang Xingyun turned his body and gave the women a hand signal to get them to leave.

"How can I have the money to do a massage? Right now, I'm looking for a job everywhere on the streets. I sleep on the streets every day."

Yang Xue already knew Zhang Xingyun's mischievous smile