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Tang Shuang pulled Gladyce to sit in the private room. "Don't look at me. Order."
Gladyce raised her head and looked around. Although she had never had any good days in the Wen family, her status was different now. Naturally, she could tell at a glance. "This is Young Master Gladyce's private room."
"Yes."
Tang Zhi nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah. Otherwise, how could we have booked a table at the restaurant's time without an appointment?"
Gladyce pursed her lips and smiled. She looked at the shopping bag on the sofa and said, "It's natural for you to spend his money."
"Yes."
Tang Zhi smiled and handed the menu to the waiter. "What else can I do? I'm a mistress, so I have to be professional. Do you know what the professional ethics of a mistress is?"
"Huh?" Gladyce was stunned, her cheeks burning.