Raging (1)

On the stage, the flower girl opened her eyes and opened the folding fan with lotus flowers on it at the same time. She sang sentimentally, "He said that seeing the lotus flowers is like seeing me." Her gaze drifted in the direction of the door. On the other end, Murong Yong was chatting enthusiastically with Imperial Duke Wei. "I wonder if you have reserved a private table?"

It had never been a secret that Imperial Duke Wei liked to watch shows. He had originally come for this new Yao Jiaban.

Imperial Duke Wei laughed heartily. "I came here on the spur of the moment, so I didn't book a private table."

He was a regular customer of Tianyin Pavilion. Even if he did not book a private table, the waiter would help him find a way to coordinate.