Mo Shu glanced over.
Both people's faces were veiled, making it impossible to discern their true appearances.
But without exception, they were heavily made up, and the overpowering scent of cosmetics made Mo Shu wrinkle her brow.
As for names like Yan'er and Xing'er, just hearing them, Mo Shu wasn't interested at all.
Yet as for that Juechen, the so-called Oiran, the First Beauty, Mo Shu had a bit of interest.
Brushing aside the chirping and flirting women beside her, Mo Shu glanced around, asking, "Where's your Oiran?"
Oiran!
Upon hearing this, Xing'er and Yan'er instantly lost their interest, exchanged a glance, and complained, "Young Master, you're so mean, always looking just for the Oiran. Oh, well, it's not like we can compete with Sister Juechen's fame. She's got so many regulars, while Yan'er is still a...noob~"
Hearing this, Mo Shu slightly turned her head.
That Yan'er, with her curvaceous figure and seductive eyes.
Was such a person really a noob?
