The man massaging Long Yinghua's shoulders quickly fetched a towel to wipe away the water droplets on her body, while another stood waiting with a large bathrobe in hand.
When the moisture on Long Yinghua's body was wiped clean, the wide bathrobe was draped over her. Without her needing to lift a finger, the man serving her knelt in front of her and tied the belt for her.
After soaking in the hot spring, her complexion was flushed, and her wet, ink-black short hair clung to her cheeks. Her face exuded dignity and elegance, sharp and commanding. Yet the cold arrogance in her eyes stood out—aloof, as if no one in the world was worth her attention.
The people serving her with such devotion were nothing more than ants.
"Bring me my phone."
The male attendant swiftly retrieved her phone and held it carefully in both hands, presenting it to Long Yinghua.
She took the phone, dialed a number, and when the call connected, she said to the person on the other end:
