Lan Hua, upon hearing the words "male prostitution", immediately thought of Lin Yuan's stern warning. Her gaze darkened, and she jerked her arm free from the woman's grasp, "Don't talk about that nonsense again, be careful or others will hear and laugh at you!"
The other woman, however, laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. Bits of tofu residue sprayed out from her mouth, which disgusted Lan Hua so much that she stepped back two steps in revulsion.
"Hey girl, did you just say that? I remember, you were the one who secretly pulled me aside to ask about the male prostitution. What's wrong, you forgot about it in just a few days? Don't be shy; we're all women here, sister understands!" As the woman spoke, she gave Lan Hua a knowing look.
The other factory-working women all looked up, their expressions as varied and unpredictable as if their faces were dyed in a dye workshop, and their gazes towards Lan Hua shifted again and again.