「Xijiang Town.」
「Forgotten River Hall.」
"Boss Liang, things have come to this. There's no use overthinking it," Zhao Hedong said. He had been ordered to keep a close eye on Liang Sheng and the others, so he naturally couldn't let them leave. Thus, he found excuses to stay and frequently engaged Liang Sheng in conversation.
Zhao Hedong's son, Zhao Ping, sat to the side, his gaze repeatedly falling upon Liang Shanshan.
A strange light flashed in Zhao Ping's eyes. Liang Shanshan was beautiful and had a fine figure; in his eyes, she was like a rosebud ready to bloom. Her unique, cultured temperament, cultivated from a young age, made Zhao Ping's heart itch with desire. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women. Even the women of Thunder Mountain possessed a natural, exotic charm, but they lacked Liang Shanshan's gentle grace.
