The girl spoke slowly, "The character for 'grass' on top, followed by the 'west' of east, west, south, north."
Fu Tingzhou looked at the girl, and for reasons unknown, in that moment, as he gazed upon the quivering, tearful woman called Xiao Qian, her expression seemed to mirror that of a woman in his mind.
By 11 p.m., the private room had emptied.
Fu Tingzhou paid the price. Upon leaving, he purchased Xiao Qian from Zhao Yuanqi, since Zhao Yuanqi kept several women here for himself. With just one request, Zhao Yuanqi nodded with a smile.
Zhao Yuanqi patted Xiao Qian on the shoulder, "Didn't see that coming, eh? You've got some skill, even the Third Young Master Fu has asked for you. Alright, tonight you'll keep the Third Young Master good company."
Xiao Qian was surprised, and at the same time, her face flushed with shyness.
After all, he was the Third Young Master Fu.
A man as divinely handsome and outstanding as an immortal.
She hurriedly trotted to keep up with him.
