Lev watched Clayton's hands as he ruled out his offer of going to the opium room. Before handing out his hand into the handshake, Lev inquired carefully, "Who will I see if I do go to the opium room?"
"Others of the young masters and mistresses like you and also," Clayton drawled with a long hum. "Since you are extremely lucky today young master, you can also meet with our president!"
"President?" Lev narrowed his eyes and drew a lazy smile. "Forget it, I don't care about who would be there. You promised me that this opium can bring away all worries of mine right?"
