Flickering lights dispelled the quiet darkness, one by one illuminating the brilliantly bright hall.
A pair of arms, lined with smooth muscles, extended from the dense liquid, reaching out from the silver-gray metal box.
Followed by these hands grasping the edge of the metal box, slightly exerting force, along with the parting liquid, a head plastered with wet hair emerged under the illumination.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Wei'an."
A screen next to him lit up, displaying a little girl in a white dress.
A delicately featured, curvaceous maid walked slowly over, handing over a fresh towel and a new suit.
He Ao quickly wiped his body with the towel and changed into the clothes.
A nearby high-end screen flickered, turning into a complete mirror shape, reflecting his figure.
The maid, who had walked behind He Ao, held another towel, and with a hairdryer vent revealed in her palm, quickly dried He Ao's hair.
"Your hair has gotten a bit long."