The Turquoise Taffeta Robe

Inside the VIP room on the third floor of the Artifact Trade Convention.

Two maids with delicate faces and amazing figures entered the room, each wearing a thinly veiled white gown that exposed the majority of their skin. Two small cherries and a sparse bush was peeking through and could be clearly seen. Though they couldn’t be considered without clothes, they were pretty close to it.

Ling Xian was taken aback, and his face flushed red.

Though he has seen many women’s bodies during the lost century, these two women’s near-nakedness made him blush. He was lucky that he wore a bamboo hat that covered most of his face.

"Hmmph!"

Lin Qing Yi coldly snorted, revealing the dissatisfaction she felt.

"Ehm, ehm…"

Ling Xian dry coughed a few times, fully aware as to why Lin Qing Yi was angry. He said, "Manager Wang, thank you for your generosity, but I do not need all this. You can ask them to leave."