"I know this. You learn the ways of the boss you follow, and I understand that I can't do that with Young Master South." Jackson Zane joked at this moment.
South Grant couldn't help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow.
"And how should you act with me?"
Jackson Zane gave South Grant a sly glance and said:
"Use whatever means necessary when necessary, even cross-dressing if needed."
South Grant: "..."
"Young Master South, I must say, when you're in drag, you're quite captivating. Even those top-tier leading actresses in the circle can't compare to you when you're in drag. That slender waist, those long legs, especially that big chest..."
"Cough, cough, cough..." South Grant coughed, interrupting Jackson Zane.
Caleb Holt, just sitting silently nearby, listened to their conversation.
Upon hearing Jackson Zane talk about South Grant cross-dressing, especially when he mentioned long legs, slender waist, and big chest, his gaze involuntarily shifted to South Grant's chest.
