Yang Zhenshan waved his hand dismissively, his expression returning to its usual calm as he listened to the melodious sound of the zither.
He had little interest in the three enchanting dancers before him, but the girl playing the zither had caught his attention.
"Old man here, if I were twenty years younger, I'd definitely take the girl home!"
Yang Zhenshan said this with some emotion.
Back in the day, I was the little prince of the nightlife, lost in the whirl of glitz and glamour.
But now, I'm a man with a loving wife and a house full of kids, the little prince has turned into an old fuddy-duddy.
The girl, hearing this, looked up at Yang Zhenshan.
Her deep orchid-like eyes held a sense of curiosity and dignity, completely devoid of the obsequious flattery typically found in ladies of the night.
"Wu Hai, give her a reward!"
Yang Zhenshan gestured grandly.
"Uh, Marquis, how much?" Wu Hai couldn't help but ask.
