Let Me Tell You, I Sell my Skills, Not my Body！

"I really didn't do it on purpose..." Han Xiner frantically bowed apologetically.

"Forget it Xiao Yang, come out with me to get changed. Write down her name and send her the bill, there's no need to make things more difficult for her," the woman known as 'Yi Jie' said gently. On the surface she seemed to be understanding towards Xiner's mistake, but in reality, she had no intention of letting her off easily.

'Send her the bill'!

A dress like this, even if Han Xiner worked on her current salary for the next ten years, she wouldn't be able to pay for it.

Han Xiner's face turned pale, "Why don't I wash it for you..."

"Wash? You want our Yi Jie to wear something washed and wrinkly? Which agency are you from? Call your boss over. Are you a hotel staff, perhaps?" The woman had no idea of Han Xiner's identity, so it was reasonable for her to ask for her boss under these circumstances.