Zheng Family.
In the smallest courtyard on the far west, the lights in the main hall were still shining brightly.
Family head Zheng Hong sat on a Taishi Chair, with a young consort carefully massaging his shoulders from behind, another one kneading his legs in front, and a third standing by, holding a teapot ready to serve at any moment.
Zheng Hong closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of the three consorts. After a while, he opened his eyes to look outside.
"Why haven't they arrived yet?"
He furrowed his brows slightly.
The reason he hadn't gone to bed so late was naturally to wait for the batch of goods being escorted.
