Yin Shaoyuan came back very quickly, and behind him trailed a pretty attendant in a uniform with a food cart.
The food cart stopped beside the glass table in the middle of the sofas, and Jiang Shuxuan reached for a small bowl of herbal soup that he had them prepare for Gu Xiqiao that was similar to the ones that Mrs. Zhang would always make for her.
Seeing Yin Shaoyuan enter the room, some of the women that were playing billiards put down their cues and stepped over with graceful steps.
