In one hand, he held an extravagant folding fan, encrusted with jade and gold, shining so brightly that if you stared too long, it would hurt your eyes.
He took another step forward and wiped his forehead, flinging beads of sweat onto the floor without a care.
"Water… I need water… now…" His voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed an entire desert.
Hao squinted, studying the man closely. The longer he looked, the more familiar he seemed.
Mo Xixi, who had been quiet all this time, finally mumbled. "Boss, his face reminds me of someone..."
"Yeah, Little Xixi… he kinda looks like - "
Before Hao could finish, the man took a deep breath and stood upright. In an instant, his tired look disappeared, replaced by a commanding presence, as if he had turned into a different person.
"I am Gong Jueyon, Vice Master of Azure Mist Dining Pavilion. Bring me your best drink. Money is no issue."
"…"
A beat passed before Hao suddenly let out a low chuckle.
"Oh. I remember now."
