A Question (1)

The same thing continued. Long Anqi, Ye Chengtian, even Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess were all being pulled aside and asked about Ye Lang. Fortunately, they were extremely skilled at socializing; no matter how many people came, they handled them with ease.

Meanwhile, Ye Lang and Liu Feiyan's group waited off to one side for the people ahead of them to finish familiarizing themselves with the venue so they could go up for a rehearsal. Yet the wait seemed a little too long—it had already been an hour.

"Boss, what on earth is going on with the people up there? It's been so long. Are they putting on a stage play?" Liu Feiyan kicked at the floor tiles in boredom.

"Maybe they're staging an opera." Ye Lang and the Little Princess were poking at ants nearby as he tossed out the reply.

"..." Liu Feiyan looked at Ye Lang, feeling somewhat helpless. You were certainly relaxed—not nervous at all.

But then again, it did not matter how they performed this time, so what was there to be nervous about? Besides, they had the ability. What did they have to fear?

"Boss, I got a piece of gossip!" After a while, a little girl ran over to Ye Lang and said this to him.

"What?" Ye Lang raised his head and glanced at the little girl. She was still so young, yet she had already learned to gossip and dig up rumors.

Women truly were born for this sort of thing!

Now he understood why intelligence organizations liked places such as brothels—women were simply far too capable when it came to gathering information.

"I heard there's a troupe up ahead that's very famous across the continent, so they're hogging the place and refusing to let little groups like us go