Wu Ming Drunk

Wu Ming followed behind, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly as she watched the manager fawn over him so attentively.

She was, after all, a well-known Soul Douluo of the Inner Court, yet she had never received this kind of treatment when dining in Shrek City.

Sure enough, money could make the devil turn the millstone, and shares could turn a manager into a waiter.

The private room on the top floor occupied an entire level. Upon pushing open the door, they found themselves in an exceptionally spacious suite.

Directly opposite the entrance stood an enormous floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the garden scenery in the rear courtyard of Drunken Immortal Tower...

Rockeries and running water, emerald bamboo and crimson maples—an egret stood by the water, preening its feathers.

Beneath the window sat a low, long table. A pot of wine had already been warmed atop it, alongside several delicate dishes arranged neatly as drinking snacks.

By the window was a rosewood couch, covered in silver-gray velvet cushions. Auspicious cloud patterns were carved into its armrests; one could drink and enjoy the view there, or lean back and take a short rest.

The other side of the room was partitioned off by a translucent screen. Behind it, a broad bed could vaguely be seen, its bedding folded with meticulous precision.

"Is this a private room or a suite?"

Standing in the doorway, Wu Ming's golden eyes revealed a rare trace of surprise.

"The best room in the building. It isn't open to the public."

Lin Ciyan walked to the window and casually pushed open one half. A cool breeze carrying the bitter-fresh scent of bamboo leaves drifted in from outside.

"I keep this room for myself. I stay here occasionally for a night."

"Occasionally for a night?"

Wu Ming walked inside,