"Lord Huyan, you're too kind. If we continued, I would've surely lost. Please offer your guidance in the future."
"No problem, Mr. Song. Let me host you here, I've already arranged a place for you to stay."
"Then I'll trouble Lord Huyan. I need to think through some matters."
Song Xiaodong and Qingluan were taken to a side room in the backyard, which consisted of a row of three rooms, just their accommodation. Within such a city, this was quite a luxurious arrangement.
Inside the room stood two young girls, appearing to be around sixteen or seventeen, both beautifully formed like carved jade.
"Sir, Madam!" The two of them bowed respectfully.
"What's this?" Song Xiaodong asked.
The two girls sneaked a glance at Song Xiaodong, then the girl on the left whispered, "I'm Huarui, and she is Huaqing. We will be in charge of your meals and daily life, and warm the bed for you."
"Warm the bed..." Song Xiaodong's expression suddenly became colorful.
