The scorching sun beat down relentlessly on the earth, but inside the teahouse, the air was cool and refreshing.
"Excuse me, how many people are in your group, Sir?" inquired a waitress dressed in a qipao with a friendly smile as she held the door open for the guests.
Yi Hong calmly surveyed his surroundings. "I'm looking for someone. Room number seven."
"May I ask for your name, sir?"
"Yi."
"Please follow me."
Yi Hong took a step forward, with Zhang Cheng close behind.
After passing through an ornate corridor and walking for about ten steps, they finally arrived at a wooden door.
The waitress bowed respectfully. "Please, gentlemen."
Yi Hong pushed the door open, and the first thing that caught his eye was a tatami mat, next to which was a vase of lilies in a slender porcelain vase. The room was filled with a delicate fragrance of tea, instantly calming.
