Duan Rong left through the courtyard gate here and turned a corner, entering the courtyard next door.
The owner of this brothel was a middle-aged woman full of fat. She was sitting on a large reclining chair, and her face was slathered with thick powder like a meatball. Duan Rong almost felt nauseated just looking at her!
"Hey, a guest! What do you want to play today? The girls haven't opened for business yet, you know?" The meatball woman greeted enthusiastically as soon as Duan Rong entered.
Whenever she spoke, the rolls of fat on her neck quivered...
"Is Chun Mei here? I've booked her for tonight!"
As soon as the meatball woman heard it was a nightly booking, her eyes instantly glowed, and she shouted, "Chun Mei, your old flame is here! Hurry up and greet him!"
Duan Rong stood in the courtyard, taking a quick glance at the surroundings.
