The Shuimu Nianhua Club did not pursue over-the-top lavishness like ordinary private clubs. Although it was equally luxurious, taste and style were its main themes.
When Chu Mo entered the reception room, what enveloped him was not opulence, but an air of classic elegance.
The entire reception room was roughly over a hundred square meters, with bookshelves filling all sides, from classic literature to essays and poetry, from short stories to celebrity autobiographies—everything that could be imagined was present.
At least a few thousand books were collected on the four huge bookshelves.
Chu Mo glanced casually around the reception room before focusing his attention on the two people opposite him.
Li Xiaoyao of the Jiangnan Li family was a portly man of about fifty, wearing a pair of black glasses. He had a slightly chubby build, a buzz cut, a somewhat elongated face, temples that were slightly balding, thick and tidy eyebrows, and eyes that were shining and spirited.
