"Lord Chen, Lord Hu is in the private room! I won't be going in," Sun Qian said respectfully, standing beside the door.
Chen Yang pushed the door open and entered.
The entire room was carpeted with lambskin, so soft it felt like stepping on clouds. The liquor cabinet, dance floor, coffee table—every detail bespoke ultimate opulence.
"Mr. Chen, you've finally arrived!" Zhao Yinghu hurried over to greet him, his face wreathed in smiles.
Chen Yang nodded. "I'd heard about places like this and was curious, so I came to see it for myself."
"Mr. Chen, your presence brings luster to my humble abode!" Zhao Yinghu said fawningly.
Qin Wu shot Chen Yang a sideways glance, his expression impassive, showing no intention of getting up.
However, a middle-aged man in black brocade beside him spoke with a sneer, "Lord Hu, is this wet-behind-the-ears kid the big shot you were talking about? I think you've been had."
