Amidst the crisp sound of footsteps, a young girl in red entered, seemingly fifteen or sixteen years old. Her bright eyes and pearly teeth glimmered with an innocent yet lively charm, her slender waist barely an arm's span. In terms of beauty, of all the women Zhang Yan had encountered, except for Zhou Youchu, none could compare. Yet, despite her meticulous concealment, she could not entirely mask the faint trace of demon energy lingering about her.
Chen Tong noticed this and involuntarily furrowed his brows.
The young girl saw that there were already two people seated in the pavilion and hesitated for a moment before respectfully making a Wan Fu gesture toward Pu Yuzi, saying, "Junior Luo Zhenzhen greets Senior."
Pu Yuzi bore no trace of prejudice; he kindly gestured to the last remaining seat, indicating that she should sit there.
After taking her seat, Luo Zhenzhen noticed the two beautiful maids standing behind Chen Tong and instinctively shifted slightly closer to Zhang Yan.
