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Packaging up the food and liquor, Zhao Dabao headed downstairs with it in hand.
The servants responsible for reception were left speechless, having never seen someone visit a brothel and take away leftovers.
But no one dared to say a word.
After all, the eldest son of the Zhao family was a familiar face in Gusu City; there was no one foolish enough to stir up trouble.
Even those who were somewhat drunk and had forgotten their own names, wanting to mock, were held back by their companions.
They whispered that the man's father was in the Nascent Soul Realm—if you don't want to die, then keep your mouth shut.
In this manner, Xu Qian followed Zhao Dabao, one before the other, and they left Yingchun House.
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Meanwhile, at the top floor of Yingchun House.
Inside the room, two women, one standing and one kneeling.
The one standing was clad in a purple gauze dress, her shapely figure faintly discernible, and the existence of the dress added a good deal of charm to her.
