Everyone took their seats.
The maid brought over hot tea, pastries, and a fruit platter.
The old madam too entered the private room, bringing with her many beautiful artists, all young girls.
"Ladies, serve well," the old madam shouted.
"Alright!"
The group of artists dispersed, each walking towards a guest, standing by their sides to pour tea and wine, serving them warmly.
A fair-skinned and beautiful young girl approached Fang Zhixing.
The scent of her rouge and powder wafted over, her breath sweet and fragrant.
"Sir, my name is Xiao Huixiang, may I serve you?" she said with a smile.
Fang Zhixing glanced at Xiao Huixiang, she was quite attractive and had a nice figure; he nodded smiling, "Sure."
Then he glanced at Luo Qianqian's direction.
My word!
Luo Qianqian, holding a fan, was teasingly lifting a girl's chin, unabashedly flirting with her.
This scene made several young masters itch with desire, their eyes gleaming, filled with fervor.
