It was evening when Li Xiaobai bid farewell to Song Que.
This was a heroic figure, who was bound to the Holy City only because of his affiliation with Yang Guang. If not for this weak spot, he probably would have charged to the frontline to fight the City Lord to the death long ago.
Upon returning to his room, as soon as he entered, Li Xiaobai's expression turned frighteningly dark.
Yang Huan was waiting inside along with several beautiful young men, all seated on the bed with leisurely grace.
When Li Xiaobai came in, Yang Huan's eyes shimmered with a mischievous light, and she chuckled softly.
"Boss, I've prepared everything; we won't be disturbed."
A vein throbbed on Li Xiaobai's forehead, "Get lost!"
"Hehe, Boss, I understand!"
Yang Huan threw Li Xiaobai a knowing look.
Li Xiaobai felt like his lungs were about to explode with frustration. Where had it all gone wrong that he was now mistaken for a deviant?