Zhao Douan stepped back half a step sharply, pointing to a square table in the corner, declining the offer to join for drinks, and only ordered a few exquisite dishes and drinks.
The woman merely smiled, her service attitude excellent.
Before long, a pot of clear wine, accompanied by a fruit platter and two plates of snacks, was served. Zhao Douan drank by himself, listening to the music, waiting.
After two cups of wine and a few peanuts, the sound of strings and flutes on stage paused. A dancer wrapped in light garments appeared on stage, her white, smooth body emerging as she spun and leapt with the music. Her raised hands revealed glimpses of her milky skin, her movements taut, and the previously quiet hall began to grow lively and ambiguous along with the song and dance.
The target had not yet appeared. Zhao Douan's hearing expanded, capturing the conversations of the surrounding guests.
