A maid cafe was, after all, a woman's world. The girls were as radiant as flowers and refreshingly elegant; no amount of beautiful adjectives would be an exaggeration. A crisp, clean fragrance always clung to them, a single whiff enough to relax the mind and lift the spirits. Their skin always seemed to glow under the cafe's lights.
And their cheeks always bore a smile that could warm any heart.
The moment anyone stepped inside, they would forget the loneliness and neglect of their everyday lives.
And yet, though he was no competition for these girls, Wei Zhen was surprisingly popular.
While he couldn't compare to the most popular maids, as long as he had a group of regular customers, he had a foundation to survive in the cafe.
Working part-time, Wei Zhen could make over a thousand yuan each weekend. After miscellaneous expenses, he'd take home at least four thousand yuan a month. Needing to work only eight days a month for that much money sounded almost dizzyingly good.
