"Celestial Fragrance Fairy, I love you!"
The Celestial Fragrance Tower erupted in excitement, countless men with fervent gazes shouting and cheering, much like crazed fans witnessing the Immortal Sister doing a passionate dance before them.
Celestial Fragrance Fairy gracefully curtsied, then grabbed the red silk, floating away, causing numerous men to beat their chests with regret.
"Interesting!"
Zhou Chen's lips curled slightly; in the words of a domineering CEO novel from his past life: Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.
Zhou Chen approached the desk, now deserted.
Because everyone went to see the Celestial Fragrance Fairy.
"Young Master."
The woman in red quickly followed, seeing Zhou Chen preparing to write poetry; her face showed no surprise but her heart paid no heed.
People like Zhou Chen were a dime a dozen, not a thousand, at least eight hundred.
"Fetch the brush and ink!"
Zhou Chen waved his hand grandly.
