"Young Master Qin, wait for me. I'll get there as fast as I can," Yang Fei said, her voice filled with unparalleled respect for Qin Long. "I'll make sure this is handled today."
"You don't need to come. Just send me the hotel's location when it's time," Qin Long replied slowly into his phone.
"Alright," Yang Fei said after a brief pause.
"Young Master Qin, you are a magnanimous person..."
Seeing that Qin Long had hung up, Yan Hong personally scurried over, bowing and scraping as she prepared tea for him as if he were her master.
Nearby, the finest Oirans cast seductive glances his way. They were dressed in a variety of costumes: some as secret agents, others as schoolgirls, and still others wore flight attendant uniforms or the attire of ancient imperial concubines. They suddenly found Qin Long much more appealing. The more they looked at his face, the more resolute and domineering it seemed.
