Good luck?
Wang Xiaoliang and Zhou Qiang exchanged another glance, even more confused this time.
Why did every word out of this handsome bald guy's mouth make less sense than the last?
What did he mean, they had brought him good luck?
Were they lucky charms?
Before they could ask, however, Liu Xinyu laughed and stepped forward,
casually draping an arm around Fan Qishan's shoulders and steering him aside,
as though afraid he might say something else outrageous.
He invited the two of them to sit down.
Before long, the three women had chosen their rooms.
Zeng Haiyan poked her head out from the second floor. "Liu Xinyu, can we look around?"
"Of course. Make yourselves at home. It'll just be us here for the next few days, so don't be shy. Help yourselves."
That was exactly what the three women wanted to hear.
From the moment they stepped inside, this extraordinarily large villa had piqued their curiosity.
They were clearly more interested in exploring than sitting idly downstairs.
"Then don't mind if we do."
"Come on, let's head upstairs too." Liu Xinyu stood and beckoned. "I've just gotten some good tea. Let's have some and chat."
He led the two upstairs. Fan Qishan did not follow, returning to the sofa instead and picking up the Diamond Sutra.
The second floor was completely different from downstairs. Gone was the heavy, oppressive rosewood furniture, replaced by a more elegant, tranquil style.
Liu Xinyu led them into a tea room.
Inside, no fewer than six separate tea tables stood in neat rows. Behind them, a display shelf against the wall held purple clay tea ware, tea cakes, and all sorts of jars and bottles, lending the room an antique charm.
"Sit wherever you like," Liu Xinyu said, taking a seat at the