Zhou Feng silently walked upstairs.
Han Laifu felt very oppressed and had no desire to stay at the venue any longer. He said expressionlessly, "Zongbing, find me a fun place to go, I need to blow off some steam!"
"Alright," Li Zongbing nodded with a dark face, needing to vent himself.
In room number thirteen, Wen Zhantian's mind was buzzing, his gaze continually shifted between Zhou Yanming and Qin Yu, unaware of what had transpired.
Zhou Yanming spoke very casually and familiarly, "Young brother Qin, your maid is quite impressive. Mind if I ask for a sip of tea?"
"Of course not, you're most welcome. Qiqi, serve the tea."
"Yes, young master."
Mo Yuqi kneeled across from Qin Yu again and performed her tea ceremony very casually, earning even Zhou Yanming's approval, who was a stickler for quality—he couldn't resist giving a thumbs up.
"Young brother Qin, you're really fortunate; your maid is truly excellent."
