Below the Theater Stage, beside a square table.
Faced with Butler Zhu's sudden invitation, Ren Ye was rather bewildered. What did the Wang Family want with me? I hadn't had any contact with them before.
"Please, Brother Little Li." Butler Zhu bowed slightly and invited him again with extreme courtesy.
"Then you all keep watching. I'll go upstairs with Brother Zhu." Ren Ye turned to his three teammates, frantically signaling with his eyes. Don't just sit here watching the show like idiots. Keep an eye on upstairs. Don't be down here clapping when someone's already slit my throat up there.
The three gave him reassuring looks.
"Let's go." Ren Ye stood.
"Yes, right this way, please."
Butler Zhu led the way through the gaps between the "VIP tables," taking Ren Ye to the three-story building opposite the Theater Stage.
Because of the viewing angle, the spectators outside completely blocked the first floor's view of the Theater Stage, so no one was on that floor.
They followed the wooden stairs to the third floor. Butler Zhu stopped outside the private room in the middle and pushed open the door. "Miss, he's here."
"Come in." A slightly husky woman's voice came from the private room. It wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it was quite distinctive.
"Please."
Butler Zhu smiled and nodded to Ren Ye.
"...Oh." Ren Ye answered and stepped into the private room first.
He saw a square table set by the window facing the Theater Stage, with tea and pastries on it. A woman sat in a chair with her back to him, her silhouette slender and graceful, her long hair draped over her shoulders.
Butler Zhu approached with short, quick steps, stopped behind and to the side of the woman, and bowed slightly. "Miss, Mr. Li is here."
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