Chapter 103: Applause Rises

The five individuals who entered Qin Sulan's boudoir included a massive, strapping man nearly two meters tall, with a flat nose and wide mouth.

Another was a gaunt and small middle-aged man with a weary and cunning look, his eyes darting and constantly glancing around alertly.

One man had a square face and was impeccably dressed. In his early fifties, he carried the air of a government official or a teacher.

There was also a genial and somewhat rotund young man, whose constant smile and harmless demeanor easily inspired trust.

Lastly, and leading the group, was a man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, straddling youth and middle age.

This man had a handsome visage with a small mustache over his upper lip; he wore a corduroy coffee-colored suit with brown riding boots, a duckbill cap covering his head, and a blue woollen scarf wrapped around his neck. Hands tucked into his pockets and a carefree smile on his face, he exuded the aura of an artist as he walked in.