Upstairs café.
Wearing a duckbill cap, Tangyu walked in, led by Wang Dazhuang, who had already reserved a private room. Though it was called a private room, it wasn't actually a sealed-off box like those found in hotels. In fact, cafés seldom have the closed-off type of private rooms. Here, the private rooms were semi-enclosed cubicles. Staff from Mango Station were already there, waiting. Seated was a woman in her thirties, a charming young housewife, dressed flamboyantly with a touch of seductiveness, her curves and hips accentuated. Mature and voluptuous, her outfit was incredibly sexy and revealing, laying bare her deep cleavage as if it were an abyss laying across, enticing and prompting an urge to explore.
A classic beauty with an oval face, her brown, voluminous curls further accentuated her allure. This woman indeed gave off the aura of a seductive fairy.
