C177 Yang Xue's Help

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

"It's Secretary Yang?" Zhang Xingyun turned around and gave the women another 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 smiling face