Guangzi is really like a weather vane, swaying with the wind.
Helpless, Ye Lingyue had no choice but to follow Bo Qing into the Red Sleeve Pavilion.
"Sir, you look unfamiliar. Do you have a favorite girl?"
As soon as Bo Qing entered the door, a charming middle-aged madam came up to him.
"Madam Xu, it's only been a few months, and you don't recognize me?"
Bo Qing smiled faintly, his expression perfectly balanced between cool and warm.
"You are Lord Bao?"
Recognizing Bo Qing's face, more beautiful than a woman's, and hearing his voice, the madam suddenly realized.
In a place like the Red Sleeve Pavilion, the madam naturally had keen abilities, not only recognizing every customer's face but also knowing their voices and little quirks well.
