Zhu Bufan didn't bother with Zhou Xin's sentiments and stepped directly inside.
Seeing Zhu Bufan enter, Zhou Xin followed suit.
Into the teahouse they went.
Truly, it was as if they had stepped into an ancient teahouse—crossing the threshold, there was a doorstep, and beyond that doorstep was a spacious, grand stage-like area.
Then, turning in a circle, the entire second floor enveloped that stage, resembling a courtyard house. However, it was more archaic yet more modernized than a courtyard house.
Take the stage, for instance!
Its design was styled like those from ancient teahouses, but its setup was in line with modern stages.
At this moment, chairs were placed all around the stage, not all occupied, leaving many empty spots.
People also sat at various places along the second-floor balustrade.
Of course, many rooms were designed on the second floor, all close to the stage—a word to say, sitting in those rooms, one could clearly see everything happening onstage.
