The More Silence, The More Joy

The feast progressed relatively smoothly, at least on the surface. Fan Sizhe smiled superficially as he received the pair of jade lions from Marquis Chang'an.

As the owner, Fan Sizhe habitually swept his gaze across Baoyue Brothel's main hall. Baoyue Brothel had been completely booked by him. There were no other guests. Sitting beside him, Wei Hua furrowed his brows slightly, thinking, Who else was coming? How come he wasn't informed ahead of time?

Looking at Fan Sizhe's expression, one immediately knew that the coming guest was someone of importance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have unsuppressed anticipation and nervousness. If the guest was someone of importance, why didn't he wait for them to arrive before starting the feast?