Wen Nan glanced at the cushion in the teahouse where the blond-haired man had been sitting before he disappeared.
The disciple laughed and said, "Rest assured, sir. We treat every guest we invite into the teahouse with utmost courtesy."
Wen Nan wasn't actually afraid; he just had other intentions. But since they had personally invited him in front of so many players, it wouldn't be polite to turn them down.
He nodded slightly, and amidst the gaze of the players, Wen Nan slowly walked into the teahouse.
Yu Shujun followed closely behind him as they made their way into the teahouse.
The disciple looked at Yu Shujun with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
Seeing this, Wen Nan said, "She's with me. Can she come along?"
The disciple didn't delve into what "with me" meant and merely nodded with a smile, "Of course, I'll fetch another cushion."
"No need." Yu Shujun replied coldly.
