Divorce

In Chen Mo's eyes,

wasn't this just "entrapment fishing"?

Playing the pipa like this, how many ordinary people could resist such temptation?

But to Chen Mo, it was merely a trivial trick, incapable of stirring his heart.

He even wanted to say, Is that it? Is that it? Is that it?

Yu Xiaoxiao's pretty face flushed slightly. She immediately glared at Fang Risuo and said with a stern expression, "How is this a fun place?"

Nangong Jinse nearly spat out her tea. She thought, How can you be so naive? They already said this is a brothel. Where is there a place that truly sells art but not the body?

Fang Risuo smiled, then said to Bailu, who was holding a flute, "Miss Bailu, play us a tune on the flute."

Nangong Jinse and Yu Xiaoxiao both blushed slightly, then shot Chen Mo reproachful looks.

Chen Mo's cheek twitched. "Your minds are unhealthy!"

The courtesan named Bailu wore a white dress. Her chest was full and ample, yet she looked delicate and refined.

Hearing Fang Risuo's words, she cast him a seductive glance before properly beginning to play.

The flute and pipa echoed throughout the private room.

As expected of women who had trained in music, it sounded quite pleasant.

Huangli, Huangying, and Huamei saw that Fang Risuo had not called on them, but they did not remain idle. They set down their instruments and began serving tea and pouring wine for everyone. At the same time, they inquired about their identities, found topics to chat about, and made them laugh.

That was their work.

Whether they performed or not, they charged money.

And it was very expensive.

Fang Risuo pretended to be a regular on the surface, but inside, he was panicking like mad. He had never handled a