"Have you really seen clearly? Don't misreport and waste the young master's time; a few heads won't be enough to pay for that."
In the room, three people were discussing matters.
Zhao Fangjing sat on the Taishi Chair with an imposing posture.
The two people standing leisurely beside him included a brocade-clothed young man with slightly fierce eyes and slanted eyebrows, who curiously turned his head to look over.
The other, a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf and butler's attire, asked in a deep voice.
The keen-faced waiter from the Pleasant Arrival Inn had just run in and knelt on the floor as soon as he entered the room, hardly daring to look up at anyone, swearing repeatedly, "That woman looked just like a fairy from a painting. I may not be good at many things, but I have had a good memory since childhood. Just one glance and I remember clearly…