Bai Xiaosheng, Sun Xuanbei, and Chu Dashan followed the assistant up the stairs.
The floor they arrived at was special: the decor was of a high caliber and it was very quiet, unlike the smoky chaos of a typical KTV, with excellent sound insulation in each private room.
Each room's door had a name, titled with "Palace" or "Hall," like "Tianlugong" or "Tianxi Palace"… or "Fuyun Hall" and "Hongyuan Hall"…
Whoever named these didn't hold back on grandiosity, yet the names bordered on tacky.
"This way, please," the assistant led the way with a smile, respectfully saying to Sun Xuanbei, "Madam, this is the floor we use to entertain our VIP guests, not just anyone can come here. Our Manager Zhang is already waiting for you there."
Zhang Zhihao had only asked the assistant to bring people over; the assistant thought Bai Xiaosheng and Sun Xuanbei's party were esteemed guests, so his demeanor was extremely attentive.
