Unfortunately...
Seventh Master Fu doesn't think highly of those people.
After a little while, the car came to a steady stop, and from the front seat came Driver Xiaozhou's voice, "Seventh Master, Miss Mu, we've arrived."
"Okay, wait here for us for a bit." Fu Lanshen got out of the car with Mu Qingli.
This was a high-class teahouse located in the most expensive district of Imperial City.
No sooner had the two entered when an attendant came out to greet them, "Seventh Master, Miss Mu, this way please."
The attendant led them to a VIP private room.
The room was elegantly decorated, with sandalwood burning on a mahogany table. Wherever the eyes fell, there were mahogany carved furnishings and antiques that had weathered the years. In front of the latticed window stood a small couch, on which was placed a tea table with freshly brewed tea, its wisps of steam sending one's thoughts back to the distant past.