It was already seven o'clock in the evening. The clubhouse was particularly crowded due to the holiday, with the lobby completely filled with people. The scent of fine wine and food filled the air, accompanied by the rich aroma of roses.
The waiter led the two of them straight to the elevator and they finally arrived at the "Fire Emperor" private room on the sixth floor.
It was Chu Xiuhuang's private room.
The dining table inside was already set up. The white tablecloth draped over the rectangular table, with two sets of Western cutlery systematically placed at both ends of the table. In the middle were two elegant classical lamps, each holding a white candle. The red candlelight jumped and flickered.
It was evident that the room had been painstakingly decorated. Pink roses were placed everywhere, with red rose petals scattered all over the floor, along with all sorts of pink and red balloons, streamers and so on.
