Meng Lan schooled her features, the smile vanishing from her lips, yet a playful glint lingered in the corners of her almond-shaped eyes. "Order another batch of uniforms for the hostesses." He Hanchuan raised the teacup to his lips, only to set it down again under Meng Lan's gaze of stifled amusement. "This is a club, not a brothel." "Mr. He, you wound me!" Seeing he hadn't burned himself this ti