"Squeak, squeak, squeak—"
As Lengrou slowly pushed open the red wooden door, Yan Moshan looked inside.
For a moment, Yan Moshan felt as if he had stepped into the Immortal Realm itself, surrounded by swirling white mist, with red, white, and green fabrics hanging everywhere; the breeze only added to the ethereal sense of mystery!
"What is this place?"
Yan Moshan asked, puzzled. Hadn't Zhao Yingkong invited him to a birthday party? Why had they come to such a place?
"The young lady is waiting for you inside. Why don't you go in and see for yourself?" Lengrou said softly.
"What could your young lady possibly have to say to me? All this secrecy... You're not hiding something, are you?" Yan Moshan asked again, his confusion deepening.
"Hehe, how would I know what goes on in the young lady's mind? Out of the blue, she had someone send a message for us to invite you here! What she really wants to do or say, I fear no one knows but herself!"