Who Can Explain That?

"What is the best seat you have?"

Chen Chen petted the two-tailed fox's doggy head in a soothing manner, his face calm and peaceful.

The guard began to think of something to say in his head, but ultimately did not speak. The best seats they had were on the top floor, but they were reserved for true gentlemen: money alone couldn't do the trick.

However, the gentleman ahead of him appeared more like a regular gentleman than a true gentleman.

"What? Does even this little place require identification for entry?" Chen Chen's lip curled upwards, his face full of satire.

Looking at Chen Chen's reaction, the guard thought of his answer, "Gentleman, please follow me to the top stairs. There are some gentlemen and gentlewomen from the State of Ji up there, some of whom you may know."

"Hah, I don't know them."

Chen Chen continued talking naturally.