“Welcome, Young Miss. We have been waiting for you.”
A maid dressed in the Zhou Clan’s maidservant uniform bowed Zhou Lihua into the Zhou Clan’s private viewing booth. Many people were already present. Some stood near the buffet table, a plate in hand as they picked at hors d'oeuvres. Others stood near the glass window, a glass of alcohol in hand as they conversed with their fellow clansmen in excited voices. Most of the people present were men. The few women were simple servants. Zhou Lihua found Zhou Wen off to one side.
Quite a few people ceased what they were doing as she made her way inside. Zhou Lihua walked with her head held high as though allowing these men to drink in her presence. Men were naturally drawn to beautiful people. That was why she didn’t mind if these men looked at her, so long as they kept themselves to merely looking.
Is Father not here?