Leng Qianmo directly led Beiting Huang to the most luxurious room in the Commercial Club. He then found a gentle and beautiful maid to serve Beiting Huang. She only came over when the room was ready.
The young man was dressed in an exquisite black robe, and his face was still covered by a snow-white mask. His black grape-like eyes were as bright as the stars, and specks of light flashed within them, revealing a calmness and wisdom that did not match his age. His nose was made of ice and snow, his lips were like fragrant flowers, and his chin was exquisite. No one doubted that behind the mask was a face that was more beautiful than mountains and rivers.
"Kid, sit down!" Leng Qianmo held Beiting Huang's hand and pulled her to sit on the chairs on both sides of the coffee table. He sighed and said, "Kid, the Divine Hall of Judgement is not to be trifled with!"
